I am not afraid of love.
I am afraid of being hurt beyond repair.

I am afraid of giving my all to one,
Who may not always be there.

I am afraid of losing myself
And never finding my way back.

I am afraid of falling in love--
If you aren't falling back.

I can tell you that you’re beautiful,
You will not believe me.

I can tell you that you mean everything to me.
You will not care.

I can tell you that you are perfect.
You will accuse me of lies.

I can tell you that you are ugly.
I can tell you I hate you.
I can tell you that you disgust me.

Would then a disagreement come to mind?

Is your ulterior beauty justified by what my eyes perceive?
Or is that which is held within its own shade of hideousness?
Will appealing faces arrange for my downfall?
—Being captivated solely by how beautiful you are?
Or will reality shatter and return me to my senses?
Will your charm have weakened and my guard have lessened?
Will I shred your layers and be able to see?
Who are you really when I plunge skin deep?

I cared far too much,
But it was never enough...
All has gone away.

I thought differently,
—Much differently of you.
You turned out to be the same,
As they all do.

I want to know every piece of you.
Mind, body, soul,
I want to go deeper than anyone has known.
I want to learn your fears, your dreams—
Your likes—dislikes,
Strengths—weakness.
I want to know you so well,
Your tastes become mine.