There is a monster.

A monster that stalks me as it’s pray, waiting to strike fear into the very core of my heart.

This fear radiates from my heart, sending chills throughout my entire body.

It engulfs me, slowly suffocates me, and pushes me back further into darkness;

I succumb to the darkness and drift into my nightmare.

I fear this nightmare that keeps me from him, that keeps me from security, and keeps me from giving my whole heart.

Once I give my love away, my monster creeps up, snatches it back, and takes hold of it like a glove.

I cannot escape this monster.

It lives inside me, constantly slithering, slipping, and sliding from my heart into my head.

For my monster is not a person, not a place, nor an object…but a thought.

This thought is the most painful, most horrific thought that takes away my happiness.

It obliterates my joy, steals my smiles, and keeps my tears flowing like a river.

My tears burn my cheeks like acid.

With each drop my fear intensifies.

I fear that you will leave me and take my heart with you.

The fear that I will be left with nothing to live for, no one to love, no one to love me.