Philophobia:
(n.) fear of emotional attachment; fear of being in, or falling in loveAttachments
they terrify me
for nothing
lasts forever
and time
is slipping
through
the gaps
between
our fingersNothing lasts forever
except for the glimpses
of their presence
that's kept in our hearts
and though they're gone
they've left a piece
of themselves behind
in the places around is
in the moments around us
in the feelings trapped inside usAnd knowing
no one truly stays
I've locked myself
away from love
for it's only
a far distant reality
a reality that's
unreachable
a reality that
can never beAnd I may be
a coward but
I'd rather
stay alone
with my own
familiarity
than be
in a state of
an unknown
territory that's
an in-between;
a road that
leads to nowhereBecause I'd rather be
lonely on my own will
than be lonely with
the suffocation of
wanting to not be
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eternally ephemeral [ poetry & prose ]
Poetry[ Previously titled Soothing Thoughts of the Clamorous Mind. ] Here are the- Words dripping out of my mouth like ink Vanishing into the blues on the brink Of whispered promises That make our hearts scratch with callouses. Or in short and simple way...