Love is scary
It makes my brain twist and writhe in unnatural forms and shapes.
The so called bliss of love only scares me
People can't possibly be that happy.
The truth is and truth be held away, I want it.
I want to be held and cherished and recognized.
That sounds like a good thing. A happy thing.
Oh but how daunting!
The thought of lending my heart to someone who only wants to kill it.
Someone who only gets joy out of ripping it to shreds, right in front of my eyes.
Laughing at my tears and agony.
How scary...
