A Tiny Write

You aren’t what I need to breathe like a fish out of water

Aren’t what I desire nor the sounds of laughter

That make me smile.

I'm scared

of uttering the words

"I love you"

Again.

Because what if 

it was something

I never really meant? 

I’m scared I’ll keep on standing at a grave

of someone who isn’t dead.

That i’ll miss you forever 

even when I know you won't,