You know what it feels like
When you are scared to love again?
Well, I will tell you.
It is no longer the twisty feeling
Of thousand butterflies in your stomach
It’s more like that moment
When someone punches you in the gut
And knocks you over
And you lie there on the ground waiting for the sky to somehow turn into earth
Scared to get up lest your legs fail you.
It’s that feeling when you are parched
And your throat is burning with thirst
But you are afraid to drink the glass of water in front of you
Lest it turns out to be a glass of neat whiskey.
You don’t drink it because you have been there before
And you know how it burned your throat last time
And left you intoxicated, hallucinating.
Of all the things love can be,
It can be your demon too.
But you won’t know, not unless you are scared to love again.