I am scared,
not of ghouls and fire
but of isolating yourself.
Neither the dark nor the sun
can bring me down.
If need be,
I know I can survive,
I can mend the pieces
of a shattered ego,
of broken promises,
of tearful poems
dedicated to you.

I am afraid that you will hate me
and what we could have been.
Your soft curves will toughen up,
a spiteful gaze can burn me alive,
within seconds of destruction
at a point of no return.

This fear may not subside
as times goes by,
yet my love is ever growing
and overpowering my thoughts.
I let it guide my dreams,
at night and when awake,
so I can feel you close to me.

I want to hold you one more time,
feel your breath against my neck,
and your heartbeat on my chest
again and again
before I open the door
and let you go
to live your own adventures
to watch you proudly from a distance
to know you find what you need
in the company of someone else
that could not be me
because I love you so
and I know it’s not enough
to navigate the tide
that will submerge us.