“Courage is knowing what not to fear”-Plato

There are two main categories that fear falls under:
We are either scared of pain, death or both.
You are not scared of spiders but a poisonous bite.
Not heights, just the fall.
And I’m not scared of falling in love,
I’m scared of being hurt.
I’m scared that my heart doesn’t know enough loss,
To understand absence.
I’m scared that he has stretched my lungs too far with laughter,
To accommodate chocking sobs.

Im terrified of loss.
Getting attached to the right person
means that any subsequent person;
Would feel like a shadow of a caressed cheek.
Like a heart murmur in that it can never match,
the beating tempo of my heart in the way he does and yet,

And yet and yet my heart beats faster when he’s near.
His hold over my body is terrifying.
If he can control my heart and my smile,
then what of myself is mine?
And how can you say love isn’t scary,
When you give yourself to another?
trusting them wholly to look after you,
After your heart, your smile.

Is it bad that he knows how to use these much better than I did?
He pulls at the corners of my mouth with innocent jokes
My heart breathes instead of tightens with a hand squeeze.
I’m just afraid that
My heart beat might forget how to accompany solo pieces
By learning all these duets

Plato said it is at the touch of love that everyone becomes a poet.
But I could rhyme before I understood love.
And if I didn’t need the ‘touch of love’ to be myself ,
Then it means I can keep my heart beating with a verb;
Even if I lose you.

So I guess that means,
That there is nothing to be scared of.