If I push too hard
I fear I’ll break,
Stiff, yet fragile,
Like a piece
Of stained glass.
If I say too much
I’m scared I’ll
Chase it away,
Echoes of my words
Filling the emptiness
I feel inside.
If I touch it,
Hold it,
Crave it,
I know it will
Slip away,
My fingers too
Slick to control it.
If I see too much,
I know I’ll
Go blind,
Just as the nuns
Said I would,
Poking my eyes out
Like Oedipus
Yet never coming
To know the truth.
If I get too close
I won’t breathe,
Filling myself up
With you,
Your scent
Washing over me,
If I love
Too deeply,
I know
I will be lost
Drowning in that
Which I ache for
Most.
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