my worried hand against my temple

and was it i whom started this streak of doubt.
this overwhelming uncertainty that i would have to force a smile again, alone.
becoming short sighted that any possibilty of happiness could be obtained.
fearing that there would never be anybody besides me, to gently lean against.
and if i ever knew this this far off feeling, i know that it would leave.
everything dies.
and i would be alone again, but far worse off.
knowing what has been had.