I worry constantly that something will happen.
It isn't intuition, or abandoned hope, or a threat,
I just worry. It is because of experiences
In the past. They ruined me. Scarred me.
All I need to heal, is to know.
Know that I am okay, That I am accepted.
I still worry that this will affect us, but
I still love you. I will fight for you.
This might just turn into a love poem,
Though that was not my original purpose.
But things happen. It is inevitable, I believe.
Just like worrying. I can't help it. It is habitual.
And like writing. I cant help it if I write about
You. It happens. And it will always be a love poem.