The Forest of Fear

How come you all seem to rejoice in love
While I quiver?
Holding hands and smiling faces,
When all I can do is shiver.

God damn, the fear gripping me so tight
After a handful of bruises.
My heart is all but in delight —
You all seem to soar
While I feel lost in a deep forest with all its might.

What is funny is no entrance was even there
But now I can't find the exit,
All to my despair.

You see, the little piece of my heart left,
Is too scary to give away.
Some dream of a connected future,
While all I want is to avoid being on display.

I have heard you need to be a fool in love,
But I only feel like a fool.
How come it seems so easy for you all?
And to me, it feels so cruel.

To me, there is nothing scarier than falling in love. I wish I could relax with the experience, but I don't. The poem offers a reflection of my inner war. 

A want, battled by a deep fear of betrayal.
How do you all do it? Something, I ask myself daily. But then again, maybe we all feel this way, but take the necessary risks. 

Love is beautiful, but oh, so scary. Or maybe it's not even love, but all the needs that come with it. Perhaps we lack the knowledge to love each other properly. And that, to me, is terrifying.