Fear

You maybe happy, joyous and content but there's always this little fear in the back in your head asking if your lover is.

I don't always see the light I used to inspire.
I fear my touch and my words leave more to be desired.

Not only in the world's eyes has my shade darken
But I fear to you I maybe beyond broken.

I constantly feel like I can never give you enough
And in my mind I sometimes see you seeking it through others.

I've opened my heart, soul, mind and body to you and I'm told it's not my all.
If you expect perfection I'm always going to fall.

I told you in the beginning that I wasn't going to wait for you to be perfect
But sometimes I feel you hesitating and holding your breath for me.

You tell me that you love me and that you're forever only mine
But I still fear for the day you tell me that you're lying.