Philophobia

I see, I saw.
Inside a two faced flaw.
Washed up at shore.
It's my fear to love.
Because with love comes all other torturous thoughts.


I sing a song.
Neither short nor long.
To make you feel you belong.
I too want to be your song.

I saw my sore.
That nasty wound.
I amputated my dysfunctional past.
So our future can be a blast.

I defy my grief.
It makes unhappiness my chief.
I want, I need.
I want to love indeed.
I need to be loved that's my creed.

I feel, I fear.
I fear to stand alone to be forgotten.
When you rise out of love after autumn.
I fear being loved and left bottom.

Let's fall in love anyway.
It might just be worth the pain that will come my way.