Breaking Poem by paul mumbuna

Compelled by the rage inside the burning Furnace of muscle and pump machine
Dressed decently in hurt
i don't know what i fear more, the thought of being without Credence.
Or the trauma from the thought of loosing the most precious treasure of the universe.
Dare i be trusted even one bit, my spirits would be carefree making the most of this very dream.
A fantasy of love, a dream come true, the happiest i've been since the demise of my mother.
I'd love to think i have never loved anyone more than life itself but i can not get myself to lying to Paul.
I wish to be brief in my endeavors to making you understand the misconception, a tragic occurrence that i wish to my soul i could change.
From infinity, to beyond whatever fire i will have to walk through to make you realize how much i love you. But i understand how much blood can boil from the thought of loosing the one you love most, it clouds our judgment, causes our hearts to race and hasten conclusions.