By Mac Guerreiro
Fear of something that hasn’t happened,
Fear of this,
It keeps me in paralyses,
Not even venturing forth,
Into what it might feel like,
How it might be,
This feels imprisoning,
So eye realize this and step back,
See things from a difference place,
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If you walked away,
It would hurt,
In a way eye’ve never known,
If you walked away you’d be the closest eye’ve ever found to my One,
My skin would warm,
Around my face especially,
Then my stomach would cave in,
Leaving my heart hardly any room to do its beating,
Eye would cry for weeks,
If the tears forming now are any indication,
Considering this is all in my imagination,
If you walked away eye wouldn’t be able to see you for a while,
Eye may even need to re-learn how to smile,
If you walked away,
Eventually eye would be okay,
Eye’d have to be,
Eventually.
Mystical Mac 