is it so bad?

Is it so bad that I think of you?
Is it so bad that I wonder what things would be like,
if we had taken the world,
together?

I miss the way you would listen..
All of your attention was on me,
you were genuinely kind when I was afraid I'd be judged.

You showed me what life could look like,
and I was too scared to try and live it with you.

I don't want to be scared anymore.
I want to be proud of who I am.
Even if that causes others to dislike me...