Fearful Feelings

It’s all an illusion,

This feeling called “Love”.

Symptoms of delusion,

I am afraid of.

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I felt it once before,

Sent by an old friend.

Someone I would adore,

’Til the very end.

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But I was not enough,

Or maybe too much?

Your words merely a bluff

My heart dared to touch.

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I searched to find feeling

For over three years.

A sense of faux healing

Is all that appears.

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My memories destroyed,

Repressed and jaded.

Emotions are devoid,

My mind, degraded.

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A man disturbed the pain,

Scarred and scared like me.

He smells of summer’s rain,

Warm like golden tea.

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Our lives now intertwined,

Cut from the same cloth.

A beautiful, rare find

Like an Atlas moth.

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The illusion returns,

Stronger than before,

But it’s not me he yearns.

I wish I was more.

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-LexMae

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