Reasoning of fear.

I took away,
never looked back,
because if I did, I would
turn into salt and that never
is something good. You know,
what if I end up in a steak
instead of reaching
to grab and love you like I always
did, do, and will do.
My hands are tired
of all this effortless caressing, seems like
if this'll never end. What if it never does
? I fear for me, my life,
what about
you? I just fear you'll leave me, heart-
broken in the sand of my solitary beach
and say you no longer love me,
but that'll be sad. I did great lengths to
be with you, I don't want to look back.
I know
I could be
with you
forever and never leave you.
I have done things,
Idon'twanttodothemagain.
Just for you.

Come here, love me, never leave me. Please.