Love scares me.

Love scares me,
not the ideal psychological reason behind a broken heart or unstable relationships,
it is the fear of losing something or someone you hold too close to let go.
I am not what seem to be,
a hard shell casing to hide the actuality of my feeling.
Not wanting to let people in,
a broken thought, idea of million questions.
I wish it would be as easy as trying to walk on water, but that too is close to possible.
Heart matter is one thing,
loving is another.
I always separate the two, to avoid roaming feeling of shuttered love that hails like snow in winter seasons.
Not being emotional has contributed to a bigger part of loner life, emptying the warmth that has been settling for a long time
like dust in a forgotten library.
At time life may be easy but only when you have love inside and someone special to help you when taking step at a time.
Living life behind curtains is what makes me be scared of LOVE,
enclosed with secrets that are better left untold.