⛧°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。 °⛧
Some fear death,
But why quiver in eternal rest—
In respite earned
from a lifetime's tolling?
Others fear monsters
Both real and imagined
But why hide in silk sheets
If easily ripped?
No, what I fear most
is love
Because once given,
I can no longer take back.
This heart is made
Of glass. Encased in steel.
Be dented or disformed to
Shapes unrecognized
To keep my heart...
safe.
But if I love, no armor
Is enough
That terrifying curse
Will cross through stars
And quarks, and
Rivers and roughs
To ruin me, forevermore
such that I
Would rather be dead
or have never existed at all.
⛧°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。 °⛧
。˚.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 'Fear' by envvy












