Fear

I'm afraid that your presence here is not for us
but only for you.
That the reason you're here is not because you love me,
but because you have no one else to make you feel good,
no one else to stroke your head & tell you all the things that are good about you.
I fear that it is not me that attracts you, but the attention from someone whose heart you know you have.
I'm afraid I'm an easy target for your manipulation, that you will use me to get your fix, until I am no longer enough, and then you'll move on again.
I am afraid you'll take my heart with you when you leave.
You've done it once before.
I live in fear that you'll do it again.