Fuck love.

I hate being in love.
I hate the feeling of being lost in someone - exposed in all aspects of yourself, that is, especially your persona. I don't like how venerable I am at that moment. And being chained hopelessly to you.I don't adore it.

I'm scared, really. Scared that after you've become open to the intricacies of my character, that you'll hate me as much as I do - if not more. And I lull over the idea of us anchoring each other.
I don't adore it.

I'm confused by how love is blind.
If love is blind and all is a void in its fill, then how can you be with me still...?
Like the dove or daffodils...?I don't adore it.