Thursday 9 June 2016

I'm afraid tomorrow will never come,
for me or for you. 
I'm afraid to be first, to hurt you,
but I'm afraid to be last, to be left alone.
I'm afraid that tomorrow you will not look at me the same,
I'm afraid I will not look at you either.

It's not like we don't love each other,
it's just that we feel too much,
listen too often, and hurt day after day.
I want to feel your grasp at my shirt,
holding me close and eyes on me,
but if I can't feel that,
I'd rather be dead.
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