Scared

I see the anger deep inside of you

Screaming with the hatred of life

I want to run to you and comfort you

But at the same time I'm scared

Scared to touch you or get close to you in anyway

You may think wrongly of my intentions

You may think I don't feel bad

You may hold me and cry on my shoulder

I may take pleasure in your pain

I don't want you to hurt

I curse thee that brings pain unto you

With a broken heart I turn and leave

With no backbone

I've always been attracted to the disturbed.... My first love suffered from depression, probably a bit of roid rage and had a hell of a temper.... My second love was a religious zealot with more issues than I could shake a stick at (did I use that metaphor right?).  I think a lot of women are like this attracted to people they think they can fix.... take it from me you can't fix them.  I am now engaged to a man with little to no issues (though I suppose technically we all have our issues), it's nice not to have to deal with the melodrama of someone Else's problems.