Afraid

I've never felt a love so pure
Since she cut me to the core

Thanks to her, confusion
Has trapped me in its grip
I'm in terror of rejection
So I cannot commit

Restrained by fear, I cannot feel
Even though I long to know
A love unquestionably real
Locked up, it can't be so


Curiously enough, this was inspired by my statistics professor, whose constant inquiries of "Is this statistically significant?" and "Is this a real difference?" (and so on) brought my mind to the acrostic. This is the first poem I've actually composed on paper since "Let Not This One Write Poetry."