I’m afraid to lay a hand on him
or leave any mark on his delicate skin;
because I know how much I could hurt
and he’s too precious to include
from all the lovers I had lost.

How I wish you could see well
the picture I’ve been trying to paint;
No. I could not play my fate with him-
I can’t afford to hurt his innocent eyes.

We speak the same language
and sing the same songs
and write the same poems
about love and how love could hurt.

I could just do it allover again
Do everything wrong and then hide;
And forget and start at once
But, no, not this time, not to him.

I told him once,
“I’m the worst person to fall in love with.”
And he asked me why.

It’s as simple as translating constellations
and solving an endless riddle;
Nothing’s ever clear when it comes to
loving and being loved by me.