Gamophobia
I am afraid
I am so afraid
Fearful of the mistakes I’ve made
Cause it always goes to shit.
You were suppose to adore me,
Until the end of time,
You were suppose to adore me.
Blindly we fall, and blindly we rise...
Together. That was our designation,
Knowing we’ll never be free in halves.
Our lives, intertwined, open letter,
And an open book.
You became my soothsayer,
You illustrate the visions, you whisper it into my ear. I obey your commands,
But you also taught me to be a connoisseur.
Our emotions synchronized,
In each stroke of passion.
We become one.
The forms we change.
Our telepathy so strong.
The sites we change.
Our pulse beats faster,
The tempo we change.
Our volume of One melodious song increases, and the limits of this Earth evanesce.
For I was convinced you were shaped especially for me,
Your physique so divine.
You were suppose to care for me,
Until the end of time,
You were suppose to care for me.
Blindly we fall, and blindly we rise.
Cause it always goes to shit when I ...
We know now that good things never last.
A ripp became a tear.
“Loosen your grasp!”
You were unaware
My humanity,
I gifted you with the secrets of my past.
So you would protect them, and keep them safe.
I sent an S.O.S,
That ship it passed.
Now what am I to do!
I knew you were to good to be true.
Or maybe I,
Was to stupid,
to stupid to detect your lies.
Lord Of the Flies, execution,
Of our Together the only resolution.
My soul labeled P.O.W.,
In your mind,
The battles are raging.
I am not safe in,
The place you created me.
But I gave you the keys to my humanity,
To hide it away from the rough fingers of this world.
But you ran with 10 fingers clasping it,
Suffocating any air it had in it.
Your spirit became hard, and your fingers became tough.
And now,
You deny me the deed to my own heart.
You were suppose to love me,
Until the end of time,
You were suppose to love me.
Blindly we fall, and blindly we rise.
Cause it always goes to shit…
When I say I love you.
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