This is scaring me,
mainly because I feel it,
truly,
all over me.

Creeping out from the dark,
musty,
webbed crevasses of my mind,
trickling free from the swollen,
thumping,
pained veins of my heart.

The realisations,
and ignored flutterings of inspiration,
cornering me,
and pressing my shoulders,
back against the surprisingly warm wall,
until I admit that I feel it,
now.

Confrontation,
is one of my weak points,
but not my superlative weak point,
because that would be,
overlooking,
you.

My issues,
deep,
ill-justified,
tempestuous issues,
are still deep,
ill-justified,
tempestuous issues,
but are softened,
by your infatuation,
with my palm,
and your whisper,
of assurance,
and support.

This is scaring me,
mainly because I feel it,
truly,
all over me,
but if I didn't feel it,
at all,
i think,
i would be scared,
even more.