Athazagoraphobia

This fear came from you.

Fear of forgetting, or being forgotten.
Rejected.
Forsaken.

It used to be so easy to move on.
Keep going.
Push forward.

I never realized how much I've molded myself.
Morphed myself.
Changed myself.

I just wanted you to stay with me.
Linger with me.
Stand with me.

I became obsessed with an idea.
A concept.
A notion.

In my mind I held on to a perfect picture.
A likeness.
An illustration.

I held on to something nonexistent.
Nothingness.
Blank space.

In my mind it was unchangeable.
Unending.
Infinite.

I took you for granted and ran into anger.
Madness.
Irrationality.

I never thought my perfect picture would break.
Splinter.
Crumble.



But I broke it on my own in selfishness.
Egotism.
Pride

I'll regret my words even if you forgive me.
Pardon me.
Absolve me.

You are what moves me.
Crazes me.
Enkindles me.

I lash out because I am scared.
Terrified.
Timid.

I am afraid that I care too much,
and you do not care enough.
My fear suppresses my breathing,

And now,
the Phobia sets in.