Love used to be a motivator.
A reason to dress nice and act on my best behavior.
A reason to be sweet and buy roses.
A reason to be the best I could be.
Now love just haunts me.
Follows me everywhere.
In her eyes and in her smile.
I know it's there.
I just don't want it to be.
I've always been inviting to love.
Just not this time. Not her.
Because I'm not risking her.
For kissing and cuddling.
What we share may not be heartfelt love.
But it is something I can't live without.
I wouldn't bet my life or soul or body.
So why bet her?