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being afraid (of a lot)

I wish I wasn't so afraid all the time

it's a default

I mean **** my earliest human memory is of being afraid of something on the tv

He told me it's a huge flaw, problematic

that I need to have a better grasp on reality

I asked him how he does it

how is he not afraid

"Science, baby. It's all about basic science."

He doesn't believe in ghosts or spirits

aliens nor monsters

I think the only thing he is truly afraid of is himself

(but he'll never admit that)

I'm afraid of him, too

afraid of falling for another broken man

afraid of the addiction and the sickness

You know it is really true what they say,

we fall for people who remind us of our parents

 

pt. 2

We were sittin there on his driveway

beer in his hand, a joint in mine

and he said to me

You can leave at any point and I wouldn't blame you. I would be okay. But God do I want you to stay.

and I couldn't think of anything to say

the silence choked me

so we went inside and sat on his bed

his hand in mine

and we looked at a book full of all of Van Gogh's paintings

I cried

He cried

we're trying

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