Desolate Love

I see myself lost in a desperate Isolation,
So desperately wishing I can call for you, Utterly knowing that you'd be there.
I see myself lost, in a deranged daydream, hoping that when I painstakingly open my eyes, that it's all true.
I see myself as no longer, the bold and proud person as I once was, because I've grown weak!

  Love, is the reasoning!
No, not for loving, you see for Love is the very reason the world was created, the true beginning and ending of our very existence. Without Love noboby would be.

  No, not Love!
More rather it's that I'm terrified of hearing that you would never want, or want to learn to love me!!
My fear has overwhelmed me by the whole. Consumed my entirety! Therefore now I see myself as, Unworthy! An yet I still cry for you.
Life is such an incredible journey, full of, well, just everything. I hate being bound and vulnerable, and I loathe that I'm to terrified to hear your quite possible rejection.

For hear am I! forever you are.
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