terrified.

I over-think everything.
For how long it takes for you to text back,
to what the song lyrics in your status mean to you.
It worries me how much I like you.
It worries me that you don't like me as much as I like you.
I'm worried that you've stopped.

I'm losing my apetite and I'm losing more sleep.
I stay up thinking about how you've made me happy,
and end up crying because I know that it all will come to an end.

You've made me happier than I ever though I could be.
and also more scared than I ever thought I could be.

Could you maybe just hold my hand and tell me that everything is going to be okay?



I'm at the edge of my emotions, watching the shadows burning in the dark. And I'm in love, and I'm terrified.