I really like him.
I am happy now.
I can't get him out of my mind.
But these questions keep coming up.
What if he hurts me?
What if I do something stupid,
that makes him hate me?
I'm scared.
What if he says he only liked me because he thought I would do anything he wanted?
What if I'm to slow for him?
I'm scared.
What if his friends never like me?
So he doesn't to go out with me.
Or what if I just do something stupid,
and do what I did last time.
Letting these questions take over me.
So I don't think.
And instead I just do.
Without any thought of what I'm doing,
I choose to break up with him.
I'm scared.
I don't want to make these mistakes again.
--I don't know what category to put this poem,any thoughts?--
