"Fear"
The Poetic View of Love Through Fear
I look at you, staring into your light brown eyes.
I feel fear, shame, curiosity and love.
The fears I feel is the fear that you would leave me, hurt me, or betray me.
The shame I feel, is the shame of not being enough for you, or being able to give you all your desires. My shame is why I'm fearful.
The curiosity I feel is the curiosity of how capable you are of hurting me, betraying me, or leaving me. My curiosity turns into fear, and fear into curiosity like a never-ending cycle.
The love I feel is the love that no one else can give, because I don't just love someone for fun. I'm giving myself to them. I'd sacrifice myself for their well-being.
Now tell me, what do you feel when you look at my dark brown eyes?
Do you see my dark past?
Would you still hurt me knowing my past?
Or perhaps you would pity me?
I can't let my fear get the best of me, but it already has. I feel the small dark hands wrapping itself around my heart. Squeezing it, making it beat faster as if it's about to burst. The hands caress my heart every time I think of you. But I know it's just trying to protect me.
So I'll give in to my fear, because I think you should too.
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