cliche

A Poem by Lore-in

it really is cliche

I always fall so deep, so fast, never knowing if it will last. Do I really feel that way? Or am I searching for a warm place to stay. I wish I could collapse into his arms and know that I’m safe from worldly harms. I feel like he’s different than the rest. Haven’t I felt that way before? Close one door, open another- one immediately after the other. Like a bird I flit from tree to tree, until the tree falls down. I believe I’m destined to wear a frown. But I know him. I know who he is. He’s not afraid to talk to me. He tells me how he feels. Communication is a necessity. And we have it. I feel like this could last. Then I’ve felt that way before. I’m afraid of how I feel. I’ve said so many stupid things; I’m surprised he’s still around. I walk on tiptoes, trying not to make a sound. I always have to bite my tongue to keep my heart at bay. I wish I didn’t feel that it had to be that way. He’s so sweet and wonderful, how could I not feel this is real? I always fall so deep, so fast, not knowing where it will go. I really want this one to last, but I’m so afraid to let go. Let go of inhibition, let go of fear. I want to focus on instinct, but I want to keep him here. If I say something out of line, would he pull away? I’m so afraid that what I think will become what I will say. It all comes down to just one word. One stupid little word that turns over and smolders here inside my head-

L.....O.....V.....E