Fear the Unknown

His eyes burn through me. Like scalding hot milk on my skin. How much do you share? Open up now. How much do you give in? Fear the precious time spent on someone. You want to stay, yet you want to run.


His eyes burn through me.
Like scalding hot milk on my skin.
How much do you share?
Open up now.
How much do you give in?
Fear the precious time spent
on someone.
You want to stay,
yet you want to run.
Is it all too soon?
Too late?
Not enough?
When do you get to hold me in your arms,
and tell me that wanting you
and being around you
is going to be alright?