POETRY

LOSING FORVEVER

»What are you afraid of?«

he asked me, hoping I'll give him

what he wanted me to give.

But there's nothing pretty in what I did.

»Love,« I whispered slowly

taking in his reaction

-it was like chemical attraction

»You mean the heartbreak?«

his confusion was now seeping through

and I shaked my head – how do I explain

so he will understand?

»I'm not afraid of you loving me

then having it end.

I'm afraid of me loving you,

then losing myself,«

Oh, the things love will make you do

Sorry, I gotta leave you too.

What do you think about it? Let me know in the comments, I would really apriciate it.