I do not fear death
It is either inevitable or impossible
Neither which are a cause for fear
I will greet the reaper
With open arms and a warm smile
Nor do I fear rejection
If you're not interested
That's allowed and perfectly fine
No, but what I do fear
I fear that, one day, months or years or decades from now you will look at me
And in your eyes there will be no love
Only resentment, disgust, or disappointment
You will tell me that I no longer fill your needs
Or that we are broken
And with you leaving you will take my least piece of humanity
Leaving me a shell for the monster inside to control
Or I fear that I will break your heart
That my actions will cause you pain
That our time together will be seen as a waste
Something to be erased and forgotten
I fear responsibility that my imperfect self will bring ruin to all that I touch
Leaving nothing but pain and suffering in my wake
I fear that I am truly empty inside and that no matter how wonderful you are
I will never be able to express how much you mean to me
But most of all I truly fear having to say good-bye