Afraid

“Is he worth the wait,” they ask.

“Is he worth the time and effort?”

“Yes and no,” is all I can say.

Sometimes even, “I don’t know.”

What if he isn’t the one? I ask myself often.

What if someone else is there, waiting?

His death haunts me in my sleep,

And his life haunts me when awake.

Will he be my poison,

Or my elixir of life?

Will he bring me romance and love,

Or will he bring me to my knees with sorrow?

I’m afraid of him,

Afraid of his mind,

Afraid of his heart,

Afraid of his soul.

But what I most fear in life…

Is how I treat him.