why must you torment me so with that face of yours

Why do I feel so afraid,
of never seeing your face again?
Sometimes I feel like you’re water seeping through my cupped hands.
I know it must be in my head, but that knowledge never stops the icy fear that runs through my veins.
One day I’ll be free
from these tormented thoughts that plague me.
—  What’s Wrong With My Thoughts// A.S.