I'm scared.
Scared of looking at you.
Scared that your piercing eyes will tear me apart.
And maybe that will colour my heart,
with your blood.

I'm afraid.
Afraid of meeting you.
Because maybe the chains of your arms will hold me forever.

That your sharpened nails might carve your painting on my body.

I'm frightened.
Frightened that the taste of your lips will become my addiction.

I'm scared.
Scared that the poison of your breath will become a part of my existence.

I'm scared.
I'm afraid.