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.