Worries
When I’m with you,
I have no worries,
but then I don’t see you,
don’t talk talk to you,
and the fear blooms,
growing as the hours tick by.
Fear that you don’t love me.
That I’m yours when you’re bored.
A favorite accessory you show off,
but something you could live without.
I worry about being a sunk cost,
about watching you walk away,
about you not looking back.
I thought losing a guy couldn’t hurt me,
that the pain of losing my brother,
could never be matched.
I was wrong.
It’s a different kind of pain,
a heart-wrenching fear.
You’re not the only one that worries.
Mine just invade at night,
when I’m laying alone in the dark,
they creep into me dreams.
Dreams of being lost,
of being forgotten.
Then I see you,
hug you,
and I forget about the worries.
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