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looking my way
noticing how scared I am
when love looks my way
when the closeness I desire
moves toward me
I am to run
or hide most likely from the good trouble
noticing how I fear
the deep connection
I crave so much
and how my wounded self
makes safe choices
how I am captivated
by what feels familiar
how I am intoxicated by the intensity
of hot and cold
by the drama
and the push and pull
noticing how afraid I am
when love looks my way