Will You Up and Leave?

I’m afraid.

I’m afraid that
you are going to end up like everyone else that has ever left me.

I’m afraid that
one day you aren’t going to see the quirky little things I do as endearing or cute,
but rather annoying and obnoxious.

I’m afraid that
you won’t see the things I say and do as you do now,
that you will eventually grow annoyed of me.

I’m afraid that you’ll see my flaws for what they are,
disgusting.

I’m afraid that
you’ll up
and leave
just like they all do.

Words from 7.06 pm (on instagram)