The Neverending Worry

I worry
that I’m not good enough
and never will be,

not for you.

and I worry
someone else
will steal your heart
and you will let them
tamper, maim, break,
and destroy it.

and I worry–
after all that,
you’ll come for me

and I’ll say “Yes.”

and it won’t
matter because it
never did.

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