I am not afraid
Of the control
You have over me.
I crave it,
Like your breath in the dark.
I am not afraid
Of the empty
days without you.
I need them,
To re-ignite our spark.
I am not afraid
Of the silence,
All the dead time.
I fill it,
With imagining your touch.
What I am afraid of
Are the promises
That you’ve broken.
What I am afraid of
Are the things forgotten
Each time we’ve spoken.
I just want to be loved.
And I’m most afraid I’m not.
© M.H.