Now that I’ve cleansed myself
Of the chokehold that possessed me
And am falling through space with another who loves me,
I’m beginning to hate this feeling
Of gutless plummetting
Because I fear the end result
And how much we will hurt.
Passing corn fields to my house
You show up already cold
And unable to be warmed
I feel comfortable yet nervous
Every move you make
Every word you speak
Leaves me wondering if I deserve this