You scare me. You make me angry.
It would be so much easier to point my finger and slur out obscenities but in an effort to control myself, I understand.
I’m just as afraid of you, not giving a nudge of trust. I’m scared of myself, trying not too overwhelm you. Our dance may seem to cancel each other out, but you know what? When it comes down to it.
The bottom line.
The ugly truth.
We’re both in like.
And we want to hold each other’s hand in this leap.