Poetry With Me

I’ve wanted this for so long

But now that it’s in my grasp I’m hesitant to just go along

I hold out my hand but feel the need to pull it back

I want to meet you where you are and not be afraid of the next act

But there have been so many lost loves

so many cracks in the ice that I fear the next step may turn into the last time

I hold out my hand with no intention of feeling the warmth of yours.

And yet every time there it is.

There your hand goes rubbing the inside of mine

This feeling is strange

I’ve learned from my past to brace for the bitter cold

learned to be alone

I want you to stay

But still feel relief when you leave

because I don’t want for your love to turn from a want to a need.

With Love,

GV Rioz