I'm scared.
What if I'm too much? What if I'm not enough?
What if I get old and boring?
What if I show my colors and you turn away from me?
What happens when I run into the rain, but you decide to open an umbrella and stay dry?
What happens when I can't call you anymore, can't talk to you?
What happens when you lose feelings for me and
I become another unkempt promise—a mistake?
I'm scared I will become forgotten.
I'm scared I will no longer be in your heart like I used to be.
I feel like I'm slipping, falling away.
Like you fell for a feeling, not my soul.
You didn't fall like me. You didn't fall the same way.
I'm overthinking, overreacting, losing my mind over something small.
But I'm terrified that I will be left. That I will be alone.
That I will sit there thinking of all I could have done instead—anything and everything.
Maybe I'm just impatient. Maybe I'm too weak.
Maybe I'm a messed-up person because I have insecurities.
Maybe I'm the problem. Maybe I should go away for a while.
Maybe I'm the one who needs to be tied up.
Maybe I shouldn't have fallen for someone so high up.
I feel like I'm being pushed away, but I keep taking a step forward.
And I will keep taking a step forward—
Until you take a step back and say,
"I made a mistake."
And I'm waiting for it. Sadly, I feel like it will come.
I feel like it's broken promise syndrome.
But if you don't—if you stay—
If our pinky promise meant something in any realistic way,
Then please, please fall with me.
Fall the same way.
I'm scared to death that I'll mess it up, that I'll make a mistake.
Please just fall with me,
So we can both be a mess in our own way.
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Author:
Violet_Writes (
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- Published: October 3rd, 2025 10:00
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
This seems a raw write of fear of loosing and betting on the wrong horse. A very nice write
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