Not for me

The absolute fear of intimacy consumes me.

It has never really worked out for me,

the whole "falling in love" concept.

My heart and mind have never been able to connect.

I’m always the one hurt in the end,

almost too frequent to comprehend.

Just cut it off,

end as friends.

How about a spontaneous kiss to mend,

out of pity of course.

All so sudden,

I don't mean to offend.

 

What is wrong with me?

Maybe they can see through 

the brokenness,

the conscience built to impress

to accompany the abyss of darkness.

 

I think I have him fooled,

not on purpose of course. 

I shut all the doors,

it's dark again.

they didn’t send me here,

I did

with fear.

Reviews

[Robin Saxon]

The way you describe the fear that encases you is extremely well done.
I love the lines 'Just cut it off, end as friends. How about a spontaneous kiss to mend, out of pity of course'.
The last five lines holds such sadness, a person trapped in a prison they designed.
Strong stuff.

[Govind singh]

Wow!! beautiful poem... especially the last para is mind-blowing...best wishes:)