[as uncertainties regain the helm
and
insecurities start to overwhelm]

i can't help but think
.
.
.
.
...he may get tired...

as his coping mechanism,
seems to be faltering these days,
and "running on E"

and for the life of me

i can't quite imagine existing in a world

void of "he"

........
........

...he may get tired...

fed up,
and just sick

of all the worrisome, emotional baggage
that i come equipped with

........
........

...he may get tired...

of all the pity parties
the insecure me, often throws

because

Lord only knows

while, to me, he is the closest being to flawless
why, an imperfect me, he chose

........
........

...he may get tired...

exhausted
and grow weary

of my pleas
with reddened eyes, swollen and teary

may come to the realization
that he deserves better than I

no matter if i beg and plead
no matter how many tears i cry

may see someone more delectable,
more to his liking,
better suited to be on his arm


"nah Love,i don't mean any harm.

i really thought you were the one for me




...until along came she"

........
........

...he may get tired...

times
may get too tough

and

insufficient, becomes my words
no longer are they enough

and

all the imperfections that intertwine
making me, the less than perfect beauty

well

sorting through them all
he may no longer feel is his duty

for him
i may no longer be adequate

he may leave me
and on our love, say he had to quit

and after all the dispersion of love
that between us,
has evolved

my world
around which,
he has revolved

all this love
that between us
we've acquired



my greatest fear revealed

of it
me
"we"




...he may get too tired...