Untrusting Of Love

Holding you close as I run away in fear, the fear of being loved is real - it is painful. It is what I want more than anything in this world - to be close to someone - to be loved as myself, yet, I run away, afraid from it's closeness. Why is it so? Why fear love? Because of it's loss, which is imminent. Fearing love, because it will die and leave me sadder, more unloved than before. Can not trust love truly, honestly - that which I fear and cannot believe in. Sorrow is only the end of love, there is never light at the end of it's tunnel - just sorrow, because it is only lost when it is found. Love ends when it does, always in a lonely emptiness.