#fearlove - Hello Poetry

do you ever feel like your incapable of loving, because you feel like you could never love someone like you used to love another? like your fear has made a bar that you can touch but not surpass, like nothing will ever match how you used to feel?

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Dec 8, 2024

Dec 8, 2024 at 2:03 AM UTC

GodSpeed

Fear of Loving

do you ever feel like your incapable of loving, because you feel like you could never love someone like you used to love another? like your fear has made a bar that you can touch but not surpass, like nothing will ever match how you used to feel?

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It’s white: a terrifying colour full of silence. My sight is melting, spreading my emotions like rolling wet pearls, And she performs her dance, calmly like it’s nothing. Strands of her hair shine like shooting stars, falling around her frame, along with my desires. Two red diamond pierced her light skin: Fear-love, panic-calm, cowardice-strength. They pass through my bones, acknowledging every beat my lungs hopelessly execute. I’m like a blade of grass in a storm. She’s charming like my forefathers told me as stripe by golden stripe is wrap her body and paint her in an ethereal dress. She’s now the underground master, and amidst the blank chaos, she evokes her demonic power, igniting everything around, burning my clothes, my past. Time is spellbound and kneels before her in fiery chains. Humanity like I know it fades into my blurred memories, and it’s dark. Dark behind, dark ahead, dark everywhere. I’m not human anymore… I’m a free creature. She touches me, gently stabbing my soul with her fingers, infecting my blood with her sweet poison, crushing my lips into her immortal kiss, burying my body within her thorns: I’m in pain-I’m in love. I am happy-I am sad. I feel compassion- I feel hate. I can cry- I can smile. I am dead- I am alive. White…no…it’s blue. Tiny blue crumbs grabbing at their hands. With every drop of blood running through my veins, her presence dissolves into my fingers, and my hand gives birth to our child.

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Jan 6, 2021

Jan 6, 2021 at 5:11 PM UTC

DrewM

The Moment

It’s white: a terrifying colour full of silence. My sight is melting, spreading my emotions like rolling wet pearls, And she performs her dance, calmly like it’s nothing. Strands of her hair shine like shooting stars, falling around her frame, along with my desires. Two red diamond pierced her light skin: Fear-love, panic-calm, cowardice-strength. They pass through my bones, acknowledging every beat my lungs hopelessly execute. I’m like a blade of grass in a storm. She’s charming like my forefathers told me as stripe by golden stripe is wrap her body and paint her in an ethereal dress. She’s now the underground master, and amidst the blank chaos, she evokes her demonic power, igniting everything around, burning my clothes, my past. Time is spellbound and kneels before her in fiery chains. Humanity like I know it fades into my blurred memories, and it’s dark. Dark behind, dark ahead, dark everywhere. I’m not human anymore… I’m a free creature. She touches me, gently stabbing my soul with her fingers, infecting my blood with her sweet poison, crushing my lips into her immortal kiss, burying my body within her thorns: I’m in pain-I’m in love. I am happy-I am sad. I feel compassion- I feel hate. I can cry- I can smile. I am dead- I am alive. White…no…it’s blue. Tiny blue crumbs grabbing at their hands. With every drop of blood running through my veins, her presence dissolves into my fingers, and my hand gives birth to our child.

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I'm afraid to love you For people always seeking new I'm not telling that it is you Just old things treasured by few Everything is good as blossoming flower, Could we make it fresh in forever? I couldn't risk what is left of me Unsure of the love you promise Don't get me wrong, we feel the same I know Fearing to lose the love once more.

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Sep 1, 2015

Sep 1, 2015 at 8:58 PM UTC

j-e-s-s-i-e

Philophobia (Fear of Love)

I'm afraid to love you For people always seeking new I'm not telling that it is you Just old things treasured by few Everything is good as blossoming flower, Could we make it fresh in forever? I couldn't risk what is left of me Unsure of the love you promise Don't get me wrong, we feel the same I know Fearing to lose the love once more.

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