You beat furiously.
And you kick forcefully.
You feel intensely.
And you have your own motives.
You hide things from me.
And you’re elusive.
You scare me.
I don’t want to look too deeply into you,
For fear of what I might find out.
I don’t want to spend too much time with you,
For fear of what I won’t be able to forget.
You know all of me.
And you anticipate everything.
You are me.
And I am you.
So I guess that means,
I scare me too.