NOTHING

I fear one day I won’t be left with anything to say or write or express.
No jokes, no wits, no stories, no compliments, no confessions, NOTHING.
There will be just silence left.
A blank expression.
I fear if you would get bored of me that day.
And leave me to find someone who could still entertain you or be useful.
I won’t be angry with you. How could I?
It’s just that I would be infuriated with self, 
I couldn’t keep you longer than this.
I thought you would stay forever.
But forever is always too long to be true…

~RavS