I THINK THAT IS THE PROBLEM

 We went ahead and played cute,

You met my pretty, my demons too.

I saw your face more than once a day.

You called my names in ways that made me sane.

I told you of my world, you told me of yours.

We caught ourselves laughing so hard even at past 1.

We struck cords, we built world.

We were friends, we knew ourselves 

A bit more than we had expected.

All the walls we thought we built,

Well, my walls came off.

I found myself calling your names

often times than once.

Longing to see your face more than all. 

I knew your middle name and I called you by it.

We did beyond what friends would, I admit.

We had no boundaries, but we thought we did.

I thought we were just friends 

until the love began to spread like a disease.

I didn't mind telling you everything.

You would do the same.

And it was okay until I felt the

sharp pain around my chest.

I began to question if this love was safe.

I think that was the problem,

my doubts and my fears.

You were fearless, even in 

your dreams you would swear you want us.

But it is hard to believe that the fairytale you

speak of exists and the way 

you kiss my forehead isn't deceit. 

Yes, I had sworn by the Heavens 

not to sabotage this, but when I look 

at you, you act too good to be real.

And like always, I had began

counting down when this would be over.

Because happy endings are just not for me.

 So, when I say I am scared, I mean it.

But I think that's where the problem is.

You are not scared of wanting this.

While I am thinking of the end of this.

Yet, I enjoy all that this is

Being lost in our moments,

laughing about our dreams.

While it means everything,

 I think that's where the problem is.

I am scared of it.