It’s 5:44am
and I’m afraid
of not being enough for you.
I’m afraid of not being enough
to caught up your attention
to cultivate your feelings.
I’m afraid to turn into
someone in your life
that was just another friend
with feelings for you.
I’m afraid that
you’ll never look at me
like i look at you.
Cause when we’re together
touching each others faces late at night
I feel safe.
But when i wake up in the morning
and you’re on the other side of the bed
I’m just afraid.