I’m beginning to realize
just how frightened of you I am.
I don’t know what it is
that terrifies me.
I have no clue, really,
how you’ve dug so deeply into my nightmares
and occupy so much attention in my psyche
after so blessed little time.
You’re not that threatening
but I seem to go sweaty and exceedingly palpitational
in your presence.
Does it resemble lust?
but there’s definite irrational fear
when I’m in your presence.
An anxiety that you could do me
You’re so adorable,
yet you hold such sway over my psyche
it’d be pretty funny
if I wasn’t so damned scared.
Please don’t hurt me.
I don’t want to get hurt.
I want you to hold me, but
I’m afraid that you won’t
much more afraid that you will.