Philophobia

We sat on the bench that cold winter night,

You were leaving and I was finding it hard to say goodbye.

I wanted to speak but the knot in my throat was tight.

I tried to form words but all I could do was cry.

I was terrified to tell you that I loved you,

Even though I had nothing more to lose,

But what scared me the most was what my heart already knew.

This unrequited love would leave me with more than a bruise.

I mustered up the courage and faced my fear,

as every last drop of hope

fell with your tear. 

"I'm sorry," you whispered as I tried to cope. 

I learned that facing your fears does not always end the way that you hope.