That four-letter word
brings discomfort
if said too soon
Or, for me, mostly,
if said at all
and yet
I find myself, oddly,
hoping you’ll say it
someday
maybe
not now.
I think.
Circle circle circle
You know my fear
That four-letter word
bigger than all the rest
the concept, that is.
Fear has four, too,
but fear doesn’t scare me
like the other does
Odd.
You’re different
better
than the others.
Maybe
with you
it wouldn’t be so
utterly terrifying.
Maybe
with you
I wouldn’t run.
Or maybe I would
and ruin everything.
You wouldn’t
You couldn’t
Because you’re different
better
than the rest.
So maybe
with you
Things could be different.
Maybe
with you
I wouldn’t be so
scared
of that small word
containing a whole world.