my fear of your hand,

has not to

do with your heart.

my fear of your hand,

has to do with,

im lost.

i dont know who i am,

so how do i

know you.

my fear grows

that me or you will be

used.

i know i'll hurt you

i can feel it now.

this guilty pain

maiming me inside.

you offer love,

it reachs out

like mine.

but my fear,

only allows it

to those,

who wont love me.

and when a hand,

of love

caresses mine,

i cower in fear and cry.

i want to be held,

yet i want

no attachments.

oh!

what a torture this is.

i want to

give in.

why i cant

i dont know.

these are the ways

of a commitment phobic.