Short poems for the lonely, the loveless and the lost.
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Philophobia [ fil-uh-foh-bee-uh ] [noun]
an irrational or disproportionate fear of falling in love
I fear that I would not know what love is
If it knocked on the door and asked for a place to stay
I fear that, sharing the bed, there will be no place for me to stretch my legs
There will be no time to get used to the temperature
There will be no room for me to turn and toss in nightmare fuelled terror
And I fear that, after all this, I still wouldn’t know the name of the stranger beside me, if I woke up the next morning to find
That they were gone.
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