This jealousy rushing
Through me is just my fear.
I'm afraid of losing you to A world that doesn't care,
Or finding out that you don't love me When you turn away.
This will be another poem, I look at in my spare time When I'm not thinking of you.
When I'm not figuring out who I am Or how I think.
Maybe I don't need to understand myself.
I just need to know what I want.
I just need that one moment Where everything is illuminated.