These days I’ve been caged in a cell, I never thought I could even step foot in, nor take a quick look into it.
As impossible as I thought it could be, it became possible, easily so.
see, I’m afraid to be in love.
I’m afraid to love you.
I am more especially afraid to be loved by you.
Maybe if Love was so simple as, a,b,c, then I wouldn’t be so afraid.
As beautiful and precious love is described as
No one ever said it has no toxicity
I’ve learned that the most precious things in the world have toxicity within.
see, if I become to love you
and you become to love me
then, that means I’m busy preparing to crawl back to that impossible cell I hate to be in, the very same cell that despise me and forced me to hate myself.
The very same cell I fought so hard to get out of.
I’m afraid to be loved by you.