Afraid

I am afraid. I’m afraid to kiss them and I’m afraid to let them kiss me; I’m afraid to let our lips touch because I’m afraid of the feelings that might rush over me. And I turn away because I’m afraid that I am not strong enough, that I can’t handle it. I am afraid of all these abstract “feelings”, I am afraid of what will happen – mentally/psychologically/emotionally, if they kiss me, if they touch me, if they fuck me. I don’t really know what I’m afraid of. I’m just afraid. Afraid of being afraid.