Afraid You Will Grow Tired
I start to worry at times, that I’ll loose you. That I’ve been too difficult and you will decide I’m not worth the trouble. I’m difficult, unpredictable, moody and socially weird. One unexpected move can cause me to shut down, but you’re there. Ready to fix it for me. I can’t help but think that you’ll grow tired of fixing things for me. That you’ll grow tired of my unpredictable moments or how difficult I can be. That I’ll wake up one morning and you will be gone, ready for a life with much less stress and difficulties. That one day that you’ll hold someone else’ hand, because mine was too awkward and difficult to hold onto. That my moods were too moody and you went in search of something simpler.