Too Close

Can't trust

your real intentions.

Can't trust

who you are.

Get away

before I go insane.

 

I have enough love.

Stop trying to get close.

I want to be alone.

You're too close

for my taste.

I draw away

into the shadows

away from your

bright face.

 

You're so light,

so gentle...

you make me

want to

break free...

 

But I can't.

Reality and logic

closes in on me.

Whispers in my

ear, Too close.

I'm not supposed

to be with you,

not supposed

to love.

I don't want to

love anymore.

The world has

injured the wings

that made me fly.

 

Promises of healing

affection and warmth

embrace me.

I sigh gently,

enticed by the offer

to be free

once more.

 

But I can't.

Leave me be

here.

I hate you

for your loving warmth.

You're getting too close now.

Too close

for my taste.

Stop wasting your

time on a cold being

like me.

Stop staring, okay?

Get away...

 

But I come closer

against my will

to regain the wings

I lost long ago.

So cold, I remain,

but somehow...

you warm my heart

and help me to trust.

Can I?

I think...no, I can

do it.

 

I fly.

Author's Note

I was dating a guy only briefly. He liked me but I didn't like him. He was only a friend to me. We are friends to this day after a period of turmoil on his part. This was written during that time.