I don't believe in love

the way that others might

color me a cynic
I won't put up a fight

I fear affection
the touch of another is so foreign

to be held with meaning
with intent

I fear wanting to let more in

But I've never wanted anything

I thought it to be selfish, almost weak

to want something, anything at all

nothing has even been for me

But then I look into your eyes to see myself

and in your eyes is where I want to stay

and I think that is okay,
and in fact, that is when I feel strong

So I think for just a moment,
that maybe I am wrong

Still, I don't believe in love

not the way that others might

but when you sit near me

and we watch the sun set into the night

you unknowingly protest my beliefs

and at that moment,

I believe that you are right