in which the author justifies lying to herself
i’m afraid.
i might love you, but
you might not love me.
i might hurt you, and
you might hurt me.
i might be a bad kissser, and
you might follow my lead.
i might admit to thinking about kissing you, and
you might laugh when i try to
i might be crazy, and
you might be afraid of catching it.
i’m afraid.
i might love you, and
you might love me.