I want to tell him
that I’m scared,
that I’ve been here before.
And that the last time I felt potential like this it imploded;
I imploded.
But I don’t want to taint it,
You see I’m still hopeful
That maybe this time
Won’t end up laced with maybes,
Or what ifs,
Or open wounds pouring blood onto paper.
That maybe this time,
just won’t end.

I’ve not quite worked out whether I think it’s beautiful,
Or stupid -
The human capacity,
And pliancy,
And longing,
For love.

Because sometimes all we need is an explanation for these waves

because sometimes all we need is that breeze to make us understand patience

because as the wind causes the waves in between there's patience for the biggest waves 
yet to come

as life has it's positive side,
that not all waves are sad 
but built with euphoria for what's to come