I used to be

Terrified

Of love.

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Convinced

That if I

Felt it all,

The full

Fullness

Of the utter

Emptiness

Of love

Then it

Would be

Too much;

Too much

For me to bear.

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Sometimes,

Still,

It can feel

Like my

Heart

Is breaking..

Irreparably

Breaking,

Like my heart

Is being ripped

And torn from

My chest.

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A lot of

What I called

Myself

Was a defence

Against

Feeling this

Dreadfully

Wonderful

Love,

For fear

That it

Would

Consume me.

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This love

That knows

No limits,

That has

No boundaries,

That doesn't

Show any

Concern

For me

At all.

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This is not

The love

I asked for.

This utterly

Inclusive

Love,

That anihilates

All ideas

Of love.

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So..

Is love real?

No, not at all..

Yes, completely.

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There is no love,

There's only love.

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