Love scares most of all
Thoughts of losing members of my family bring me out in hives and breathlessness
Thoughts of adding to my loves terrifies me
Exposing pockets of my soul to the world than is safe
More to hurt, more to bleed, love cuts way too deep
But then, what would be the point in existing?
If we had no one to share it with
There are billions of us in this world.
Maybe, just maybe the point of it all is to have witnesses of our existence
People to not only say she was here.
She was loved and she lived.
Someone to acknowledge all that was done and did by the departed.
So in a way love scares most of all because in the end, it is all we have left.
It's our legacy.
BOE
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