I'm scared,
Not of you--of what can be. And
I'm scared
Even more if it can never happen.
I'm scared of your touch,
'Cause it'll never be too much.
I'm scared of your words,
'Cause they crawl inside my thoughts.
I'm scared to say aloud
That you make my body shout.
I'm scared to admit
That your presence makes my world complete.
I'm scared to tell what I feel,
'Cause then it'll all become real.
And I won't be able to go back,
Pretend it doesn't mean a thing, no lack.
I'm not scared of staying alone, no.
But still, I'm afraid of letting you go.
I trust you more than myself. What should I do?
I'm scared. And I give up. I give up to you.
12.08.16