Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Waxing Poetic

The maybes of you and me
paralyze me
and pin me to my sheets
in tears.
I haven't felt this afraid in a long time
which means
I haven't been this honest
in just as long.

I may not feel safe
but I don't feel unsafe
and that's the first step, I suppose.

I'm not asking you to make any promises to me
but
I will humbly ask you
to tread lightly
if you don't intend to stay here.

Because the best of your intentions
might make it hurt less
but real love
takes chances.

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