I love nothing more than being afraid,
because when you showed up on my doorstep
after countless sunrises and sunsets,
fear of losing you again caused me to utter the truth:

“You are mine, and I am yours.”

You wore a suit covered in stamps from
all the places you’d been in search of finding
someone who was everything and nothing like me.

You’d been passed around from place to place,
person to person, like a gold coin that began to lack its luster, as too many rough fingers and not enough soft hands handled its delicate texture.

But you are still priceless to me.

I invited you in and unwrapped your layers
of packaging, all your burdens and fears
until I saw you, vulnerable, beautiful you.

I love nothing more than being afraid
because fear of falling in love
drove you away from me,
but also drove you right back
in to my open arms.