Eyes Poem by Ane Miler

Your eyes were searching for the truth,
and my eyes were trying to avoid it,
not to speak, not to open, not to fall.
You said.
'There is fear in your eyes...'
I was afraid.
Not of loneliness, not of rejection.
I was afraid of loving you.
Of not being able to love you.
Of the closeness of losing you.
Because you were the love that drives people crazy.
I was afraid that one day you would see me as I am — defenseless, touched, in love.
I was afraid that if I loved,
I would be destroyed,
and if I didn't love,
I was already destroyed.