I dont call you as much: a poem

Its not that i'm afraid,

it's just that i'm afraid. 

Afraid of looking entitled 

to someone who is not mine. 

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With your word,

I move.

Im sort of waiting on you.

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I know how I come off.

Bold.

Unimpressionable.

Loud and proud?

But I have to hold back,

for my own sense of safety. 

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Pandora's box was opened before. 

Resulted in utter and absolute

chaos.

Never again.

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So 

I don't call you as much.

I don't think I ever will.

Don't take it personal.

I'm just 

afraid.

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