Heart In Hand
My heart's held hostage by three words,
love, fear, and doubt: share equal thirds.
For once love's lost, it's seldom found,
letting countless tears wet the ground.
You know just how to make me cry,
living in fear, you'll say goodbye.
And yet, I swear my love is true,
my heart is closed to all but you.
You strike out again and again,
acquiescing to mounting strain.
And view love through a fog of lies,
shadows deceiving doubtful eyes.
Your sweet disposition turns sour
when fear starts exerting power.
And you treat me with such disdain,
anxiety feeds off my pain.
Tell me you no longer love me,
and though it'll hurt, I'll set you free.
For if you cared for me at all,
I would not have to beg and crawl.
Stuck in emotional quicksand,
here I stand: fractured heart in hand.
And I've got to know you still care,
before it breaks beyond repair.
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