i don’t expect much,

and i don’t ask for guarantees.

mostly because i fear both, 

i fear what they mean and what they entail

and i fear the weight they carry.

i won’t ask for guarantees,

although the thought of doing so is slowly

ever so slowly,

creeping into my mind,

and edging it’s way closer off my tongue.

i won’t ask,

in a destructively selfish way..

i fear asking for a guarantee of some sort might push you away.

and selfishly, 

destructively so,

i can’t let you go,

and i can’t ask you to stay 

because i’m too scared

you might say no.