Anxious

I so scared

that all this effort,

all this kind talk,

wanting to see me,

wanting to take care of me,

wanting to be with me,

will all disappear in the blink of an eye.

Because it has happened before.

I saw a person who said that they loved me

slowly drift away from me.

And all I was left with

was wondering how I could have been better,

how I could have been different.

And after digging myself out of that literal hell-hole,

I never want to find myself back down there again.