Is fear always created?
Should it not exist entirely?

I'm beginning to realize the best way to go about this-
is not to worry if someone else betrays, cheats, trusts, loves or leaves you.
And just do as you please.
Just do what you believe.
The fear is so much bigger than what actually happens.
Pain is deep- but it goes away.
It flickers back in moments- when certain words are mentioned,
but its vocabulary depletes
as you make new memories.
Passion is beautiful.
Is it worth losing what makes you dream- smile and sing,
so you can encase yourself in protective film-
that plays backs the same memories of torment,
just to keep them from happening again?
The mind is not just a powerful thing-
it's fickle.
I'm not afraid to love you.
I'm certain there will be pain-
but ****, I have nine tattoos.