[ Previously titled Soothing Thoughts of the Clamorous Mind. ]
Here are the-
Words dripping out of my mouth like ink
Vanishing into the blues on the brink
Of whispered promises
That make our hearts scratch with callouses.
Or in short and simple way...
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Philophobia: (n.) fear of emotional attachment; fear of being in, or falling in love
Attachments they terrify me for nothing lasts forever and time is slipping through the gaps between our fingers
Nothing lasts forever except for the glimpses of their presence that's kept in our hearts and though they're gone they've left a piece of themselves behind in the places around is in the moments around us in the feelings trapped inside us
And knowing no one truly stays I've locked myself away from love for it's only a far distant reality a reality that's unreachable a reality that can never be
And I may be a coward but I'd rather stay alone with my own familiarity than be in a state of an unknown territory that's an in-between; a road that leads to nowhere
Because I'd rather be lonely on my own will than be lonely with the suffocation of wanting to not be