Tell Me Why

In the corners of my mind are endless reasons why we shouldn’t. Each one stems from naught reality, and yet,the shivers down my spine say they are so real. The lyrics they sing verify the fear, and I am left wondering why. Why do people do it? Why do I yearn for something I am so cowardly afraid of?

Why  play  a game with no rules?
Why gamble at such terrifyingly high stakes?
Why invest with the possibility of negative returns?
Why.

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Tightrope

They stem from the cobwebs of my imagination, and exist on the basis of invisible evidence. They are my every insecurity, inseparable from my thoughts of you, what you haven’t yet done, and what we will become.

They are senseless and unvalidated, crazy and meaningless. But still, the onslaught of these fears rage, and I am on wire. My heart peers over, centimeters from an unrecoverable drop.

If I asked you to meet me halfway on the tightrope, would you? 

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Afraid

There are times when I am rocketed by fear. My heart, my happiness, all that I am and hope to be, stands at the edge of your fingertips.
Once in a while, insecurities manifest, and I am a deer caught in headlights.
I see you letting go,and the fall is so long,so dark.

But you catch me, right before I am consumed by these debilitating thoughts.
I am reminded that you are mine,and we are real.

..right?

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Beginnings and Ends

From the moment we began our story, I’ve put two blinders on the sides of my face.
Ink black screens that blind me from the ugly, ugly reality.
Sky high walls that block the waves and waves of jealousy.
Acre-wide barricades that stop the onslaught of scary, scary fears.

But even with blinders and screens and walls and barricades,
My head turns to face the nightmares.
I close my eyes but can’t unsee the painful, painful images.

xSZHx