You don't understand.
I'm terrified,
all the time.
I don't want to hurt
your feelings -
I buried all of mine
away.
I love you,
I truly think I do.
The last thing I want
is to be the person
who says
'that's why I'm doing this'
and takes your heart
in my hand
and crushes it
because 'I love you'.
I'm afraid
that I already have.
You know I didn't mean to,
right?
I thought perhaps
I was ready,
and perhaps I am
but I am far too afraid
to admit it.
Too afraid to try.
I did,
didn't I?
I let you hold me and yes,
I felt safe,
but it doesn't take away
the fear.
Deep down.
I don't know if it's me
or if it's you.
I think that is what
I must figure out on my own.
I have to go into
my own dark caves,
find the monsters there.
You cannot follow,
not unless
you want to be devoured.
Love isn't meant to be
like this -
I'm not sure how it's meant to be
just yet.
You'll let me go,
won't you?
I could come back,
but don't wait for me.
I'll stitch yours
and my heart up
as best as I can
before I go.
I'll love you and leave you in ruins
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PoetryThis is the equivalent of Notes app on your phone, so yeah, exposing myself. I guess it's considered poetry. Enjoy. :)