I'm afraid.

I'm afraid you're going to tear me to shreds and sew them back just to have a claim on the thread.

I'm afraid of many things, honey.

I'm afraid of the sky falling down,
Particularly on the days I'm not at home.

I'm afraid of being found unsightly,
Particularly on the days all my jewels are worn.

I'm afraid to have a mouth full and hands empty.

I'm afraid to be the jar of pickles hidden in the back of your cupboard.

I'm afraid that in the end, I'll turn out to be the damsel in distress but you'll not be a knight in shining armour.

I'm afraid that after turning this admirer of silence into a devotee of chaos,
You'll turn into silence.

I'm afraid of learning a language nobody understands.

And I'm afraid my skull is of holding back my thoughts.

And I'm afraid of all the crests I've left my happiness on.

I'm afraid of letters and words and sentences and letters not paperback enough to lick me to nothing.

I'm afraid I'll burn this place down right after dying.

I'm afraid that I'm afraid of more number of things than one should be afraid of.

I'm afraid to smile, I'm afraid to scoff.

I'm afraid, but
I'm afraid, and
I'm afraid that
I'm afraid.

I'm afraid that I'll someday start writing your name instead of mine.

I'm afraid I'll cry out for help instead of over-pine.

I'm afraid to swallow, I'm afraid to chew.

I'm afraid to tear this, cause I know you're there to sew.

And the most I'm afraid of, is knowing that I'm writing this poem just because I'm too afraid to tell all these to you.