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