I’ve been asked countless times if I am

“afraid to fall in love again?”

Quite the opposite-

I’m afraid of never falling in love again.

So, here I am

treading this vast, desolate sea.

Eyes toward the horizon, searching…

for a lifeboat, an island, for anything.

Surrounded by mirages

providing false hope.

Trying to decide if love is

even worth staying afloat.

When you ask me to communicate my feelings for you,

my mouth becomes weak.

My tongue is still bound by previous lovers

who did not care to hear me speak.