Unwilling Love Part 2. (A poem by happy @sammy)
Unwilling Love
I'm not afraid of the dead,
but afraid of life.
I was afraid the mice would live on my chest,
long shivering in the cold.
I was afraid of melting the ice,
that had long been coiling in my heart.
I was afraid of melting them,
and drowning myself in pretending to be real.
I am afraid of the magic of love,
that brings life,
to the dead candles I carry.
I was afraid to be bright around,
and to see the truth of the world.
I am afraid to see that our world is one
but I am more afraid of knowing,
that you want to be different.
I'm not afraid to be alone,
but I'm afraid to be with you.
I'm afraid of being with your ex-friends,
maybe that's what they say
Or if you're with them
and when they get older,
I'll feel better again when I'm alone.
Hopefully if something comes up,
nothing will change.
I hope that even when I look vintage,
you don't hide me.
like the ones in your closet.
I'm not a plate, spoon or fork,
that you would only use on occasions,
since you have no other option.
On days where you would just use it
to anyone because that's just my job.
I'm afraid.
I'm afraid of being replaced by something new.
Just because there's someone coming along,
when you stop with me.
At the same time before you come,
don't feel sorry for me.
Everything I've started,
seems to always have a tendency,
to always want to unwind until the end.
Not all endings have a beginning.
I was not afraid to answer,
but I was afraid of the question.
Did you love it?
Does he love you?
I was afraid to answer my "Yes"
So afraid of the question.
but more afraid of the answer.
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Happily Yours,
Sammy