the thought of you fired fills me with terror
fearing the potentiality of love
everytime you creep in my mind
my heart is shouting in horror
the midst of my being is struggling
trying to avoid the stung of your touch
the sweetness of words from your mouth
you looked at me in many different ways
and i couldn't figure out what it means
all i know is i am lost in a sea of make believe
i am made of unsettled debate
wrestle of positive and negative what ifs
why does love need to be like a gamble
you need to risk, i need to risk
the possibility of getting our heart broken
is always present.
there's only one thing sure about love
there are no sure-enough.

*– c.b.