I'm scared that it won't work out,
I'm worried that I'm not enough,
I'm afraid his love is fading out,
The surface of my heart feels rough.
Maybe it's me, maybe it has nothing to do with you,
I feel like it's just me putting in all the efforts,
Theres to much to say to make this a haiku,
All I want right now is your bodily comforts.
The words I come up with to explain this feeling,
Isn't even enough for you to be happy,
I can hear it- the sound, your hear is calling,
For me, daily .. isn't that just crazy?
