I get lost

I get scared about the future.

That after a time you will begin to hate me for being so simple.

That you will know everything there is to know about me.

That I won’t surprise you anymore.

That my smile won’t be enough to get you through the day.

I get scared that you will get tired of me.

I don’t think I will ever get tired of you.

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