Rythmic Outlook

A poem about the little bit of love I have been graced with lately. Writing it out helps me to actually manage whether it's something I should just appreciate while it lasts, or keep long term.

I believe in magic,
yes it's true,
magical people,
people like you

I count my blessings
beneath the sheets,
now that's the person
I want you to meet

I hold you all day
yet I realize at night,
that a lot of what I say to you is
"it's okay, it's alright"

well that's the way
that I want it to stay,
which makes me so nervous,
and incredibly afraid

that one day I'll wake up
and it won't be so,
that I'll have to leave you
and that you'll just go.

Author's Note

This is a bit angst-y I agree, but keep in mind that's kind of the stage I'm undoubtedly in at this time.