Afraid

Teardrops, misery, and lies.
Beads of cold sweat. . .
Running down my neck.
Maybe I'm scared that you'll do it again.
It's not your presence alone. . .
But your essence as well.
This feeling I get
Like falling forward
Every time I see your eyes. . .
Teardrops, misery, and lies
Not because it wasn't beautiful.
Not because it didn't mean the world to me.
Not because you didn't break my heart. . .
It's because I'm afraid! ! ! !
That you'll do it again. . .