And here are my fears:

And here are my fears:

I'm afraid you'll leave,
stop loving and forget
about me.

I'm afraid that I am
not enough to even
make you remember.

I'm afraid you won't
try to see who I
really am, though

I've shown you,
and you showed
no signs of disgust.

I'm afraid every piece
of me is too far from
each other and

I have no choice
but to reflect the light
in some interesting way.

I'm afraid the letters
you wrote weren't
true, even if they

Were another language,
and even if it is my
favorite gift I'd been

given.