Loving you is messing me up, never before have I been afraid of the unknown.
Not knowing how you'll feel about me the next day; whether your feelings will change or stay the same,
is killing me inside.
For how long will this last?
Am I not worthy of your love?
Or I'm the one downplaying my worth...
Because they say such as this is not true love.
But what should I do when I can't handle the absence of your love?
You're here, so there's something that drew you to me.
Or was it just a need you wanted fulfilled while you waited for the real deal?
If it is, I beg you let me be. Slowly so I don't loose my shit.
Hopefully, I will have gathered the courage to leave.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem