Poetry & random loving thoughts

"Risk"

I hate myself sometimes,
For loving too much,
For overthinking every glance,
Every touch.

I care too deeply, I drown in the sea,
Of proving my worth,
When there's so little of me.

But love—real love—was never meant to be light,
It's the fire that burns deep into the night.
If you've never risked, never taken the fall,
Can you say you've ever truly loved at all?