Middle of Two Mirrors

My Exceptions

I am scared, not scared of ghosts, not scared of life, not scared of you. I am scared of being free, to speak up my mind, to reflect what I don't know.

Every time I speak, I think of it more than I should. Maybe I'm scared of losing people who are the most important part of my life.
I once believed the world is cruel, I still do. But I forgot about the exceptions. These are the exceptions I care about, these are the exceptions who are my strength, and my slightest weakness.

I know what the world thinks of me, what people really want. You would say I care too much. I don't think what people think, if I cared, I would have been crumbled, maybe dead by now. But things take a turn when there are my exceptions.

I never thought it'd be you, my exceptions. When it comes to them, I am stronger than ever. I know they are with me, I know they are true, because I know them in a different way. It's like I knew them before, and we met again, after several years, decades, centuries.

They are my exceptions, my love, more than love. I can be weak, I can be soft, I can make sacrifices for them, they are the surprise you could never dream of.

There is that part in my heart that thinks of them every now and then. Every time I face any pain, I just smile because I know I have them. Every time I'm surrounded by them, I feel like I've entered a different universe where you could find nothing but love.

But it might be surprising to know that I'm scared of my exceptions, scared of what they think, what they'll do when they'll completely know me. I'll survive, I have that strength. I'll not lose myself because of pain. No, not again. I know you'll not, but I'm scared of losing you.

Sometimes I feel like I'm living within a boundary which I can't define. But I can't stay limited, that's not me. No boundaries can prevent me from following what my heart wants. I'm not requesting, but whatever I might do...

Don't leave me, my exceptions.
Just don't.