The thought of you frightens me.
It makes every single bone
in my body quiver with fear.
But maybe it isn’t you- maybe it’s the thought of
seeing you again. The dread of possibly falling in love with your deep green
eyes or the way you tousle your hair across your forehead.
Maybe it’s the way
you speak; the way your lips softly caress each word that falls from your
tongue.
I fear your touch, in the form of a casual handshake or a friendly hug,
for every touch sends fireworks in my heart- with both pain and the wonder.
Your
presence makes me weak and that is why I am afraid.
I despair the thought of
letting myself fall for you once again, because the first time nearly killed me
and my pathetically patched heart.