Terrified Poem by David Thomas

love is not common
not for the likes of me,
to feel so free when you're around
it's a blessing of the truest.

in the truest of words i tell you,
i am a coward
life becomes exciting, and i run
run far away
into places of dark discontent
where things will never be okay,

i cannot handle things going well,
for last time, every time
they go sourly wrong
at this point i fear
anything and everything,
i cannot explain it logically
because this is not a logical thing

but i love you very much
and i fear for all of my sanity
that one day you'll be bored,
discontent, or unhappy,
and i will miss you more than i've ever missed a soul
and then i'll ask myself quietly,
what now? (and i will be lost)