I am afraid of you But not really of you More of what you do to me You make me feel more intensely than I have felt For the large part of a long while And it is a foreign feeling But one that I welcome with open arms I am sure that you know that men have not been gentle with me My eyes alone could tell you the story even better than my tongue could I have spent too long with hands clasped around my throat Your hand gently on my waist is a welcome respite You treat me as though I am made of glass To be fair, there are days where I feel Like cotton candy caught in a rainstorm Fragile and fading But I want you to know that lately I have been feeling okay I feel your worried eyes when I shake in the cold or when I push away a full plate But I am trying and most of the time the victories are mine And oh how wonderful it is to come to two roads in a yellow wood And not care which one I pick Because I know that no matter what Youβre the one walking beside me