A personal feeling, often mistaken for a general emotion.

If you want to be a part of my future,
You must first hear the story of my past.
Because if you can't handle the bittersweet part one,
I'm not writing you into the upcoming chapters.

In your eyes,
I was just another girl.
In my eyes,
You were the whole world.

He held her close
Not because he cared
But because he liked to hear the beats
Of the heart he was about to break

He told her she was pretty
Made her feel wanted and loved
Then walked away with the innocence
Of that sweet little dove

Alone in a room
The absence of light
It seems so silly
but that is my fright

Locked down by memories
Scarred by my past
So many years later
The nightmares still last

I tell others of my terror
They stare with pure judgment
I brush it off slightly
But their looks remain pungent

No one understands
But what I do know is true
With a life like mine
You'd be afraid of the dark too

I used to be afraid of you never coming back,
Now I fear that you will.
Not because I can't stand your presence
Or because you're no longer my desire,
But because I'm fully captivated by you.
Every part of me.

You're my illness.
Weakness.
Pain.
Suffering.
Insecurities.
All the bad in me.

I was just an empty lost soul.
You consumed me.
But when you packed your bags you took that with you.
And as much as I crave your existence in my life,
I know that I couldn't handle your return.
Without you I'm everything.