I am afraid.
Of you,
Or more realistically,
Your power over me.
I am afraid of intimacy,
Well, I was,
Until you coerced me,
My first kiss,
Stolen from my lips.
The feeling of your fingertips,
Tracing my every curve,
Or lack thereof,
I was but a child you know.
Little by little,
My fears slipped away,
As you held me,
And told me you'd love me,
You'd marry me someday,
That I would always be safe.
Then you grew up.
I was afraid,
And now,
Now I am terrified.
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 11:50 PM UTC
I am afraid.
Of you,
Or more realistically,
Your power over me.
I am afraid of intimacy,
Well, I was,
Until you coerced me,
My first kiss,
Stolen from my lips.
The feeling of your fingertips,
Tracing my every curve,
Or lack thereof,
I was but a child you know.
Little by little,
My fears slipped away,
As you held me,
And told me you'd love me,
You'd marry me someday,
That I would always be safe.
Then you grew up.
I was afraid,
And now,
Now I am terrified.
