love killed Jesus

i think i distance myself from love because i am afraid of losing what i have;

i am afraid of the grief.

if i feel such an amass of love,

if grief is heavier than this,

how will i bare it?

love is what killed Jesus,

so how could i ever handle grief

if this is how love feels?

to have something at the tips of my fingers,

to have love at my disposal,

then to have nothing.

how are you meant to cope?

Author's Note

not really sure if im a bit fan of this one, but its okay. this is a fairly old poem i wrote