Clotting Wounds

I flinch in anticipation

Of your blade against my cheek.

Your presence sends me shivering;

When you look at me, I’m weak.

There’s nothing between you and I,

Except for a breathless glance.

Your secrets are not mine to know;

We have only shared one dance.

I shy away from your closeness—

It’s a pain I know too well.

There is far too much at stake here;

I can’t come out of my shell.

It’s a height I can’t risk falling,

Depths too deep for me to wade.

I am hiding from myself now,

Clotting wounds that aren’t yet made.

You may never try to bruise me,

Or leave me wishing I had run.

But I’m not sure I can risk it;

Your smile’s a loaded gun.