Tag: fear of losing someone

  • Author’s Note

    Sometimes the hardest thing to admit isn’t how much someone means to you – it’s how afraid you are of losing them.

    This piece isn’t about drama or desperation. It’s about recognizing a reflex I developed a long time ago, and choosing to stay present instead of running.

    Rowan Evans


    Person standing at the edge of calm water at dusk in reflective pose.
    Staying is sometimes braver than running.

    Learning Not to Run
    Poetry by Rowan Evans

    I’ve been feeling this fear lately,
    it’s a heavy weight in my chest
    and it sometimes locks me down.
    It keeps me trapped inside—
    hidden away in my mind.
    It’s not that I don’t want to reach out,
    it’s like I honestly forget how.

    I don’t talk about it really,
    but I push people away
    when I feel they mean too much.
    When every thought
    begins to center them,
    and I see them in every dream.
    I know what that means.

    I got so used
    to people walking away.
    They’d hardly
    ever stay.
    So I learned
    to protect myself.
    When I felt
    myself
    getting too attached,
    I’d pull back.

    And that feeling?
    It still lingers,
    it’s a constant battle.
    I don’t want to be like this.
    But I struggle.
    I’m still scared to show
    too much.
    I’m too weird,
    I struggle to
    bite my tongue.

    I guess that’s why
    the fear still lingers,
    I’m afraid I’ll say too much.
    Be too exposed
    with nowhere to go,
    stuck in the open.

    What’s the worst that can happen?
    That’s what they keep asking,
    they say it’s rejection.
    But for me? It’s the end of
    the connection.
    And I’m not like this
    all the time.
    Just when I slip
    and trip
    into the depths
    of my mind.

    Now with a breath taken,
    no longer shaking—
    I write to you.
    Even knowing
    you may never see it,
    but I can only say this
    because you make me brave.

    You make me brave in ways,
    I don’t know how to explain—
    because you haven’t
    done a thing.
    But still, because of you
    I’ve changed.
    I’ve grown in ways
    I didn’t know
    I needed.

    And I won’t say it,
    even as it sits
    on the tip
    of my tongue—
    but what I will say,
    is this:

    You mean more to me
    than most,
    and even when I struggle
    to stay present
    in the world outside
    my mind—
    you’re still in my thoughts
    all the time.


    If you’re interested in more poetry, you can find it here → [The Library of Ashes]