I'm terrified of being close to you.
Your smile.
Your laugh.
Your hugs.
They scare me.
Because it's too right.
I'm terrified,
of loving you.
Because I don't want the hurt.
Of you leaving me.
Like others have.
I'm neurotic.
Impatient.
Moody.
I'm a mess.
You don't want me.
I'm terrified.