Philophobia

Love and to be loved; a fear,

Leaving me devasted in tears.

Claims from the world on count,

The most beautiful feeling it is about.

Traumatic is all I feel,

True and pure only in reel.

Involving depression and pain,

Weak emotions the strong heart gains.

Running away very far,

Back to square one with a nasty scar.

An everyday fight with self,

Locked feelings piled in a shelf.

Simple is the escape,

But with an honor disgrace.

Cold and harsh the spirit,

Fairy tales out of the limits.

Still living in its means,

Fighting till the final scenes.