Afraid

I am not afraid of love 

I am afraid of you and what love could make you do.

See, I saw you paint a face black and blue at noon.

The heavens threw a fit and burst open

as you layered her in bruises and smooches;  tsunami of your love. 

This was long before you knew, I had already seen the real you 

And as you stand before me, imploring me to choose you, I remain convinced this;

I am not afraid of love, no darling I am afraid of you.

Pen on paper and no words
flow
because the stories I want to
tell
played it safe and stayed
home
let me see you try writing out your
heart.

                --hiatus--
G.L.A