Erytophobia
By Kniaz
This path isn’t big,
But it will fit two.
Just hold my hand,
And I will hold you.
I don’t know where it leads,
Nor where it shall go.
We’ll rest like a rock,
And let it all flow.
We are good friends,
Perhaps there is more.
It’s not that I want it,
All scrawled on the floor.
Although you may “like” me,
I’m scared that it’s true.
I just want to hold you,
Feel eternally new.
Advantages I’m scared to take,
Or being a painful old gnaw.
I want to be friends,
And not much else more.
But please don’t leave,
It’s too cold in this rain.
Perhaps I was wrong,
And am ready to love again.
All too inconsistent,
All too incomplete.
I really do like you,
You’re not just raw meat.