vulnerable

Never have I felt safer
then in your arms.
As your hand gently rubs my back
a flame travels,
burning my skin
with the immensity of your touch.

I can feel your eyes on me
as I rest my head on your
soft and warm skin.

I'm scared to look up
because I know this shouldn't be happening
but it is and I can't stop it.

I slowly lift my head
and our eyes meet for the first time
since we killed the air between us.

My stomach is in knots as you stare deeply into my eyes.
Slowly you reach forward
as if you are going to kiss me.

This is when I snap back into reality
and move away terrified of how you make me feel.
Terrified of what could happen if I let myself be
vulnerable with you.

Vulnerability is not my strong suit
nor my likeness.
Yet you may be just the one
to break my shell
and explore the depths of my mind.

But I must try to hold off
for I owe it to myself to
salvage the pieces that
the last man ripped apart.