Intangible Fears

Fearing things I cannot touch

Fearing things I desire so much

It is strange to fear an intangible thing

But I cannot outrun the anxiety they bring

Causing my existence to no longer feel carefree

With this paradoxical paranoia surrounding me

Scared of life but I want to keep living

Scared to be hurt but I want to be forgiving

Scared to be lonely but often wanting to be alone

Scared of independence but I want a life of my own

Scared of heights but I want to enjoy the view

But most of all I am scared of love, but I want to love you