2FearLove

the fear of love

keeping me safe in my own thoughts

never to love never to loose

nothing to care for

nothing to cry for

loving so hard the grip rips it apart

loosing so long

wanting me no more

a replacement to fill a taste test

keeping hurt at bay and arms satisfied

a stand in lover

covering up the truth that bites farwell

love and fear can not be separated

choosing lust to not bite of more than the eyes can chew.

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