im not scared of love, no. not particularly. im scared of what it does to people, what i have seen and heard and read it is capable of doing. yes love makes you stronger, makes you happier, but to me, it just makes a chink in your armor, an arrow of solid titanium that has struck straight to your heart, a millimeter away from puncturing it. to me, it makes you weaker, it makes you dependent, it makes you vulnerable. to me, it makes a chain, so heavy, it weighs you down rather than holds you up. to me, that chain is a tether, holding you back, limiting your reach. and its not commitment, no, hell i can fucking commit to the point where you better hope it was something good otherwise . im scared of heartbreak and the pain that comes with love, of the hate or depression or unfathomable sorrow it fills you with. i don't wanna be like that. i don't wanna be a pointless sack of blood. so even if it flows through my veins with fire and revives every singing nerve in my body, i don't wanna let go of this safe-haven bubble around me.
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Poetryhello and welcome to a piece of my brain. enjoy your stay. Y E A R O N E.
