my heart desires everything with you.
this head is weighted by differing credences.
i yearn to possess certitude in your love,
but in occlusion are my rusted canvases.
i am furious with my habitual hesitation.
my nerves are pleading your name.
i long to soften these weary fists
and surrender the obsolete pain.
i am lost as how to enlighten you
for my ghosts do not play fair.
there are leashes upon my burdens
preventing a soul laid bare.
i hold no intention to cause you anguish.
am i damned to reveal?
similarly, if i dance with fear
and dismiss my inclination to heal?
it simmers down to a single notion:
i do not want to be too much.
in trepidation to fail once more
in the delicate game of love.