Uncertainty

I didn't even know where this started to grow.

I don't also know if this love to glow.

I started missing you.

I turn to crave a longer time with you.

But I never know if you're feeling the same manner as me.

I am confused by the way you look into my eye.

Confused about how you say "Bye-bye."

When we have fun holding each other's hands, I don't know if this feeling must be gone.

Maybe I'll utterly wait precisely it will begin.

Uncertainty, it is.

I can feel unease.

Yes, it hurts.

It is.

It didn't start yet, but please.

I want to end these uncertainties.

Uncertainties that keep on bothering me.

Love that might end up a tragedy.

Again hurting myself and finding myself broken.

Shiver my amended shattered porcelain.

Because you're not the ribs to be there protecting me.

Sorry, it should be "might not be the ribs...protecting me."

This is all because of this uncertainty.

The feelings that started all because of uncertainties.