my beating heart

My chest is beating so fast:
I have fallen so hard
And given my heart fully,
I have worn it on my sleeve.

And the fear, the anxiety
That maybe you have changed your mind,
Maybe I gave too much
And pushed you away,
Maybe my worry
That I did something wrong
Is what ruins this.

But I’m so scared that I will lose you.

To go to bed
And not be able to text goodnight – 
To wake up with the sun
And not text good morning.

My eyes leak as I imagine this world
And I pray that it doesn’t happen.

Because then, what do I do?

How do I open my heart again
If this crushes me?