Fear

Fear

I’m afraid to let you know

you've been a vast source

of inspiration for my words.

Afraid to be more aggressive

in this little game we play.

To let you know I’d give the

world to hold you and for you

to want to be held. No room

to be bold, but rather patient

and faithful, or at the very

least hopeful. It could easily

be the case that nothing is as

it seems in my mind, rarely

do my expectations and reality

comfortably coexist. Alone

and uncertain, meditating on

my heart’s possible demise

while suspense builds, leaves

lingering suspicion of subterfuge

implements of my own deceiving

reason. I’m afraid to write this line

and the one that follows, or to

release this poem into the wild

for fear you may see all the truth

at once. I’m afraid to lose what

I have yet to taste of, and that this

is all very one-sided. I’m afraid

of you.