Poems Of An Empath

Philophobia

Calluses are spots where the skin grows tough, because it's been hurt before.
But if you don't shave them down, you'll end up with pressure sores.
The scars on my heart have grown thick, it aches even more.
You soothe my sores, you soothe my soul.
You calm the waves against the shore of my mind.
You're the moon and I'm the tide, pulling me closer to you..
Magnetic, electric.
I am so, so scared- terrified.
To trust in you, somebody new.
After I've been left behind, so many times.
I want to love you, but I feel the panic in my throat at the thought alone.
I am scared I can't help it.
I can't stop it.
I'm scared I will love you, regardless.