copyright © Andi Dawson
I know who you are, but you are a stranger.
I want to get close, but I know that there's danger.
To need someone so much is new and I'm sure
that when I get close, you'll walk out the door.
You gave me new life, without a guarantee
so now I'm just waiting for you to leave me.
But you say you won't do it, you'll stay by my side
and yet I still scamper and worry and hide
the way that I feel, so I stay far away.
You hope I'll get closer and closer each day.
It gives me a sensation to think I'm in love,
as love is so pure, like snow or a dove
and I never realized that it could be so great;
it's weird to have love instead of anger and hate.
I really do need you, but I'm afraid to say,
in case you get up and go one day.
I'll try to trust you and believe all your words,
but it's hard, as in my past, love always hurts.
I wrote this poem over 10 years ago and I have to say thanks to my friend, Marie Gilbert, for finding the only copy of it in her mom's attic. Thank you, thank you, thank you!
