Warning

You who would love me,
Love all of me.

My life is complicated.
I carry my baggage,
No matter how outdated.

When I pull away
It may be because
of what you say.
But more likely
Someone long ago
Rubbed me the wrong way.

I have been hurt before
and swore it would not again happen
Not anymore.

It took a lot to let you in
When I could have been
Safer inside my own world
Cold,
Dark,
but Safe,
Within.

My life,
my Love
I share with you.

But
Be Aware.
I thrive on love.
Though through long practice,
I have learned to live on Hate.

July 1, 1998 and December 16, 1998