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A few weeks colored dull and bleak--white and black.
Those weeks I've spent contemplating, counting the stars strewn across my mind.
I counted the number of cycles the sun had died and resurrected.
I counted the number of faces the moon had shown to me.
So natural and beautiful.
Yet it terrifies me.
Everything seemed to be just splattered--like paint.
I was a full canvas my immature hands want to smudge.
What am I afraid of?
Am I losing something?
After a while of listening to rivers talking,
and crickets singing their piesas,
I know now what I am afraid of.
I am afraid of the truth.
The truth that would set me free.
The truth that would free me as captive of love.
I know now I am afraid you won't love me back,
Because I have given my all, and maybe it isn't enough.
I am afraid you will say, "I don't fucking care."
Believe me, I've heard someone say it.
I know now I am afraid to lose you
And being completely powerless over it.
I am afraid you'll love somebody else
Without even considering me.
All these things validate who I am as a person--and I'm terrified I got attached too much.
But despite all that I'm afraid to lose,
I know now that to let you go would be good for me.
One kiss goodbye and everything will disappear. The sun will stop roaming, the moon will stop smiling. The wind will stop blowing, so will the trees stop dancing. The grass will die, so will the youth of the flowers.
Likewise, my feet would no longer tire. My mouth would no longer ramble. My eyes would no longer crave for your appearance.
It scares me to say goodbye, but...
Goodbye.
xoxo
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Poem Addiction
Poetry"A poet's greatest strength is his words; his greatest weakness is his emotions; his greatest addiction is his paper that is the world he lives in." -Eskay Kitz-
