I cannot help
but be afraid.
Afraid to let you in,
afraid of letting you
come into
the darkest spaces of my soul.
Afraid of the love
you could show me.
I feel terrified
of the possibilities
of what you could be.
Could be to me.
I am afraid
of having you
then losing you.
This fear
has always been
and may always be.
Unless someone,
you, or otherwise
shows me that love
is worth the risk.