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 any way

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 got a facebook message yesterday from an old friend.  My first love in fact.  Shane Jacobs :)  To say I was obsessed with this guy is an understatement.  But needless to say of out grown it now.... That's why it surprised me how delighted I was after talking to him.  It was nice to be able to talk to him without feeling like my heart was going to rip out of my chest.... He was a good friend... It was nice to go back in time a bit... I wrote this poem for him a very long time ago.