a dying wish from my inner struggle
Every time I think of you and I’m going someplace,
You’re never there as I’d hoped,
As if the world warned you away.
So I wonder if you avoid me intentionally.
Am I that scary, or were you just never meant for me?
Am I living in a dream,
In an unfounded fantasy where the fiction is telling,
Of my loneliness and desperation to be loved,
But my hesitance to be loving…?
That’s my problem: I love, I care, so deeply,
That I get so scared to do it freely.
