What am I afraid of

You’re no good for me, but my soul must know something I don’t. Obviously because, I can’t put my finger on what it is that makes my everything cave in at the very thought of you.  If you were a demon, I’d let you consume me just to feel not so human for a day. Give my soul the chance to feel the feeling of lingering in the abyss. Willingly.  The unknown doesn’t frighten me, it’s you. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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