fear

you make me afraid
i am afraid of myself, of my heart and my tongue
my words betray me, my eyes assist
When there is you, this imperfect and yet somehow perfect being
The man in you, the woman in you, the child in you
i realize you are not to blame for this fear
but if i cannot trust you with it, if i cannot relate to you as a confidant..
where will we be then?
Strangers.
Lost in a riddle beyond our scope
i'd like to walk with you for a bit
Id like to hold hands and check out the world
will my fear destroy me? will it rule me? will you leave me?
will i give up?