looking my way

Photo by Majestic Lukas on Unsplash

noticing how scared I am

when love looks my way

when the closeness I desire

moves toward me

I am to run

most likely to hide from the good trouble

noticing how I fear

the deep connection

I crave so much

and how my wounded self

makes safe choices

how I am drawn to and captivated

by the familiar excitement

how I am intoxicated by the intensity

of hot and cold

by the drama

and the push and pull

noticing how afraid I am

when love looks my way