the pen kind of love

I'm afraid that I will always love in pencil

I'm afraid I will never find the pen kind of love

 I'm afraid of leaving other people just because it's what's best for me

I'm afraid that staying with me will never be what's best for anyone

 

I'm afraid that I don't react well to needy 

I'm afraid that I'm too needy

I'm afraid that my heart is too shy and rarely speaks up

I'm afraid that my mind is too loud and never shuts up

I'm afraid that she claims to be an optimist but anything I say or do upsets her

I'm afraid that when I claim to be an optimist maybe I'm lying too 

I'm afraid of how important this next week could be for my life, how important each week has the potential to be

I'm afraid that I will not have the courage to always do what's best

I'm afraid that we could never get along

I'm afraid that a pay-attention-to-me crier could never get along with a please-don't-stare crier 

I'm afraid of thinking about my fears anymore 

so I'm afraid it's time for me to close out another post

I'm afraid because I'm not afraid of the future 

I'm afraid darling, because I'm simply too excited