Did you knew that when you said ‘Will you catch me if I fall’, I couldn’t look you in the eyes.
I whispered silently,
a muted sound,
somewhere near a yes,
Maybe you didn’t mean to scare me when you said ‘I’m quite serious’
But I caught this anxious feeling,
A nauseous thought,
That when I would ever catch you,
I would shatter, splinter and split,
I would fragmentize,
I don’t believe you ever realized,
but I did
‘I’m quite serious’
‘Will you pick up the pieces when I break’
or should I say
‘fragments’
The overthinking 