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afraid of you [poem]

with every month that passes
I’m more and more unsure of you
and all your eventual love
I can’t help but think
maybe you and I are better off strangers
two lives coexisting
but never crossing paths
the idea of you gets fuzzier each night
my stomach
twisted with anxiety because
maybe you’ll be a warm fire on a winter’s night
but maybe you’ll just burn me
all wildfire with no control
I’m afraid of being your too dry forest
a thirsty tree unable to avoid feeding your flames
I’m afraid of you
and every moment I know of you
but do not know you yet
stokes the fear higher


bookdragon, poet, witch

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