If I Were Honest

You can never say how much you need to be loved - can you?

Photo by K. Mitch Hodge on Unsplash

I have a great many fears, 

of which range from spiders to ocean waves.


Of my fears, there is only one that I find insurmountable. 

The fear that every aspect of happiness in my life is temporary. 


That nothing - no one - I love, 

is a permanent fixture in my life.


I have ripped myself to shreds, the ground, others.

Burned bridges and left scars. 


I have torn and bled and contorted, for this fear. 

I die in small ways, everyday, in my head, for this fear. 


It is the one thing I cannot afford. 

To be rejected, to be the one left. 

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