I am not afraid of love.
I am afraid to have someone fall out of love with me and relearn to live alone.
I am afraid to be led on by the one I really care about.
I am afraid to get into a relationship for the sole fact I don’t think it will last.
I am afraid to love the one who lifts me up and makes me happy because I am so scared this was all lust to him and not wanting something more.
Even though we know what we want and are waiting for the better.
Willing to chance the future just to love again.
Everyone has their own sins, paid in full with karma.
Human is what we are,
Yet we are still monsters in the dark.
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