I came to you damaged from a failed past love,
But you embraced my brokenness with unconditional love.

I am immersed in a love stronger than any I have known,
Yet I hold back, staying in a safe comfort zone.  

My mind tells me to relax, but my spirit remains skittish
Fearing deep down that I'll never be enough.

The weight of my past pain has been heavy and vast,
Dampening the joys our love could have brought.

I love and fear you.
That's what life's taught me to do.
To not trust in you.

Truth
Is often
Mundane,
And normal.

You run marathons
In your head
Fantasizing reasons
For other
People
That don't exist.

Reflections of
Your
Own
Self.

I remember
When I realized
All of it,
Is a delusion.

She was beautiful,
And I wrote
Her
A beautiful story.

One which
Was wrong.

So,
I swore off
Pretty
Possibilities.

All my memories ever talk about
is that one person
who left
somewhere in the middle of my life.