The Confused Cynic

“To fear love is to fear life, and those who fear life are already three parts dead”
--- Bertrand Russell


I catch you staring at me, from time to time, with a smile on your face and a
Bright sparkle in your eyes, as if seeing me differently, or for the first time.
Your eyes say everything that you can not and though I want to hear the words,
I’m scared.

Your heart pounds, deep and fast, when I am near and your thoughts are sometimes
A jumbled mess; sentences don’t come out the way you want them to.
Your embrace envelops me and has the potential to keep me safe from whatever
Frightens me and still, I am scared.

I am scared that I am going to one day wake-up and you will have been a figment of
My imagination and I will be left alone, bitter and jaded.
I am scared that the bittersweet promises will go unfulfilled and the feelings we have
For each other will be deemed broken.
I am scared for the fairy tale to end.

I am in love with you, despite my fears and cynical nature.
Your patience will one day open me up to believing in someone again.
It is you that I want.

Only you!