Uneasy ‎-August ‎31st 2020

love is something that I would force into your hands on my own accord, yet, I trimble in fear at every move you make

thinking you might say you didn't want it, or that you might return it to me. 

My heart is ever uneasy, how can I be assured that you do to, if you show no sign of it.

Im growing tired as this uneasiness grows darker within my heart.