My Fear
I know this is hard to understand but,
What if—
Just what if,
I look at you,
And for some reason
everything comes flooding back...
And I want to love you again
like I did before,
Because what if I miss it—
What if I miss the girl
who loved the girl
who used to be me,
What if I held you in my arms
And felt comfortable again—
What If I said
I loved you
And went about my day
like nothing had changed
seven months ago,
What if I could do that?
. . .
Does that mean I've changed?
Does that mean I've moved on at all—
Because what if I haven't?
What if my fear of being alone
has manifested itself into
an ungodly fear of
rejection...
I know it's hard to understand.
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Blind Poets
PoetryPoetry for those who find both comfort and discomfort in the dark. - Em Instagram: @em.g_4 WARNING This book includes references to sensitive topics such as suicide, depression, struggles with mental health and so on.
