Xaireaphobia
A wave,
one word,
two syllables:
a melancholy taste left upon my tongue.
A hug,
one word,
two syllables:
a flashback of all the memories that were fun.
A kiss,
three words,
three syallables:
saline now rolling down my cheeks.
A whisper,
seven words,
eight syllables:
all I have to do is endure about 10 weeks.
Xaireaphobia, my friend,
I hear you knocking,
please come in.
you've been knocking on my door for so long,
it's time that I accept you,
even though I don't want to.
Xaireaphobia,
promise me nothing happens,
you're name is so beautiful,
yet deceiving.
please say that they won't leave me.
Xaireaphobia,
Xairea
phobia.
good-
bye,
phobia.
Xaireaphobia,
you'll keep me up night after night.
just know,
I won't always have the energy to put in my all,
and fight.
"Goodbye, I love you, I'll miss you, talk to you later."
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