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Oct 2010
It’s hard to say why
I cry myself to sleep at night
When I’m left wondering why
You and I just aren’t alright
It’s hard to say why
I die a little when you walk away
I think I’m just
I think I’m just afraid.

I’m afraid you’ll forget me
When you’re in your pit
I’m afraid you’ll hurt me
I’m afraid you’ll get tired of it
The concept of us
I’m afraid that I
Won’t be able to trust
You.

I’ve lost count how many times
You’ve made me die, you’ve made me cry
And you just don’t realise
What the meanings are behind my sighs
And you just don’t realise
Why I’ve had to resort to lies
I think I’m just
I think I‘m just afraid.

I’m afraid you’ll forget me
When you’re in your pit
I’m afraid you’ll hurt me
I’m afraid you’ll get tired of it
The concept of us
I’m afraid that I
Won’t be able to trust
You.

I’m forced to hide
Behind this fake smile
To make you think
I’ve not run a mile
I’m forced to believe
That you still love me
When in fact I believe
That you really can’t see
What’s really killing me
Or is it just my mind playing tricks
On me?

I’m afraid you’ll forget me
When you’re in your pit
I’m afraid you’ll hurt me
I’m afraid you’ll get tired of it
The concept of us
I’m afraid that I
Won’t be able to trust
You.

I’m afraid you’ll let me go
Yes, that time will come, I know
But please delay it as long as you can
Because I know I can.
Written by
Victoria Newman
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   David Sjolander
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