lovers turn into monsters

i close my eyes and your bright eyes burn through my exploding heart. i'm so sick of biting my tongue. if we could just both get past being scared... scared of truth, and honesty. scared of living, learning, and feeling. by now I'm so sick of being scared. but, i find myself sitting here, shaking incesently, thinking things through too many a time. to the point where I'm drained of all hope you ever gave me for this life. would you reassure me? i don't know how much longer i can take. for now, ill wait. i'll be waiting for this pain to cure my fear. to be left with nothing? nothing but a poem on a page, an evening with saddle creek? is it possible for two people to need the same thing? and i think i deserve you.