I fear of being loved...

I fear of being loved...for the fact I have been curbed...

Curbed by my thoughts n enslaved by my instincts...

I dont ask to walk smooth paths, nor do I demand such...

But I fear of being loved..

Maybe strange apprehensions, scuttling me deep into contensions...

or Maybe my choice to confine it..

But I fear of being loved...

Though engendering you complete n bracing you unconditionally...

Yet I fear of being loved...

Hatred is too big an affliction to bear...

Still being loved is smthng I constantly fear...

I doubt of my equivalence for same, coz I know I'm not worth it...

That what makes me fear n being loved is all about it...