Failure.

I’m scared of you,

you terrify me

every time I think of you my stomach turns into knots.

As much as I’m terrified of you

it seems like I keep running back to you, every single thing reminds me of you.

I can’t have you

you are not mine to keep, to love nor to endure.

I’m not those who believe that with you first there’s plenty of success later.

I can’t, I don’t have the strength to fight you.

It’s like you sucked it out of me

so that you can have a place within.

I fear you more than I fear myself

I hope that one day I will be able to fight against you and strive for what’s rightfully mine.

Yours truly,

My fearful and confused self.