Under my skin there crawls a doubt,
A doubt within, a doubt with-out.
Behind these eyes there is a fear,
A fear of letting you in too near.
Within these clothes despair doth grow,
Grows 'til it can't ever show.
Above my head an angel calls,
Calls 'don't do it - no more.' No more.
Beneath the ground my body is found,
Found at peace, asleep and sound.
A doubt within, a doubt with-out.
Behind these eyes there is a fear,
A fear of letting you in too near.
Within these clothes despair doth grow,
Grows 'til it can't ever show.
Above my head an angel calls,
Calls 'don't do it - no more.' No more.
Beneath the ground my body is found,
Found at peace, asleep and sound.
Author notes
This is an expression of my fear of intimacy. I won't pretend. I fully realise that as soon as I like a girl and get an inkling that she feels the same way, I run the other way.
I don't know why, and I can't turn it off...I have to sort of consciously stick through the fear to get past it, even as I become more and more anxious and agitated by being around the person.
Thank Christ I'm with someone who saw what was going on with me and helped me pull my head in. I love you xx
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