To crave what you dread;

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I think it is rather evil,
I crave what I dread the most.
I crave to be understood yet I dread to be pitied,
I crave to be held yet I dread to be touched,
I crave to be seen yet I dread attention,
I crave to be more yet I dread to be too much,
I crave to be alone yet I dread to be lonely,
I crave to be loud yet I dread to make noise,
I crave your love, yet I dread it, too

  • Author: Sylva (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 19th, 2026 06:18
  • Comment from author about the poem: Wrote this past midnight (like usual)
  • Category: Reflection
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  • sorenbarrett

    Here duality takes precedence in its paradox where we want and fear the same thing. A lovely write where it is in this opposition that there is resolution.

    • ꜱʏʟᴠᴀ

      Thank you fir the constant support

      • sorenbarrett

        You are most welcome Sylva

      • Paul Bell

        I like it when people say, 99% of your fears never happen.
        Then you think to yourself, that 1%. OMG, I'm gonna die.



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