I shouldn't be
but I am.
I'm afraid of you,
and it pains me to be afraid of you.
Your heart of gold has shriveled
to yellow pencil shavings,
and I find myself alone in dark rooms
pondering what might have been
had I not learned the truth.
I am fearful
of what you are capable of
and I shouldn't need to be afraid
because that is not what love is,
friendship or more,
the fear of my own wellbeing should never
be on the table.
I am overtaken by this fear
as I pass you in hallways
and I hear your voice,
I am reminded to fear you.
