*Prose in poetic tone about being afraid of love in all forms (romantic, family, etc)
Love is fragile,
Delicate, gentle, beautiful, tender…
Desire…
Dream…
Diminish.
I cannot fathom love.
No bounds nor judgment; limitless.
Love of any kind feels like a leap of faith.
A risk that may lead to the greatest outcome, but failure guarantees everlasting scars.
My own blood and soul broke my heart countless times;
Can I truly promise to love unconditionally?
I wish I could hold you close,
I dream that I can purely let go,
I beg to let my heart soften.
But my darling, don’t you see?
What I long for differs drastically from what I know.
Kindness;
It’s why I stay,
Yet it’s all of what I fear.
Whispers of comfort against my hair,
Warmth of dreams in the midnight chills,
Gazes of our future held within our eyes.
We go through hell and back,
Sink or swim, you or me;
both.
You love me;
It’s overwhelmingly powerful.
And I love you too…
…I love you…
And I’m scared…
I’m frightened.
But, my love,
you will not understand.
A sense of harmony— actually—
A melody—
Melodies I now understand.
The closest to heaven I can get to in this world.
But, I know me.
Lingering taunts from memories,
Nightmares of disruption,
All lie within me;
I may be the one that you shouldn’t need.
Tip-toe;
Cautious and quiet.
Myself and my self.
Two words;
one degree of separation.
Tip-toe around the danger,
Hoping my balance will last a little while longer.
I try to soothe myself, saying I can learn to rely on you for balance,
Maybe even learn to walk on my feet.
But I know that if it fails,
I’ve inevitably lost you.
So, please carry on your deep slumber.
Immerse yourself in your own wonderland.
I’ll tip-toe away;
It will be my last gesture of love to you.
Editors: Alisha B., Blenda Y.
Image Source: Mohamed Nohassi, Unsplash