Paranoia
By littleone23
With paranoia setting in, I fear we might end. All the love I have for you turns to my heart and says, "It's almost a month, something is bound to go wrong." I must walk on eggshells. But I am barefoot and, now I have pieces of shell in my feet. My blood flows forth the way my love does. I don't want to lose you. My fear of loss has never been so great. Loss is the monster hiding under my bed. It's lurking there; waiting to get me when I least expect it. I'll start to think everything is ok; that maybe the monster isn't really there. Then, in a second, loss will take me kicking and screaming. I will be consumed by it. And when this happens, I fear I will not emerge fully. My heart will stay in the black ooze, slowly dieing.Edited on 3/31/05 because I couldn't just let it stay as it was, I had to reformat the lines... Written July 28th, 2001 © on Feb 07 2002 11:43 AM PST, Bridget 0 • 18 • 8
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"With paranoia setting in, ..."