Philophobia
breath in,
and out,
is this love?
that i doubt,
but if not,
well what is?
if it is,
then what gives,
i can't stand,
silent pleas,
in the eyes,
of churning seas,
for the fear,
of those blue eyes,
and my reaction,
when this un-love dies.
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