I loved you with different words than you knew and that seemed to scare you.

All of your fears and thoughts were mine, you were so scared but it was beyond divine.

They’re scared of death, but that’s like being afraid of life.

How can you be afraid to live yet scared to die?

They’re scared of the other kind of love. The one which lacks hurt, but pains after awhile.

We had our day, we had our game and I know you were just afraid, but I never or would’ve ever brought the pain.

Losing someone doesn’t scare me. Death doesn’t scare me. What scares me is the inability to no longer feel the touch of the one you love.

I fear falling in love and understanding why.