Love

But I am happy in you.
When I feel you're there,
I feel peace.
But...
I often feel you're not...
Because
I'm paranoid.
So utterly afraid.
Of you letting go again.
Leaving me to float aimlessly in this vast sea.
Show me.
Show me the world.
Show me you.
I want to know.
And I want you to know
I love you.