How can I accept intimacy when I don’t want him to see the inner me?
I’m my own worst enemy.
Dreams and visions of the future clouded by nightmares of the past.
How I know he ain’t just another nigga chasing ass?
Said I was ready for love now I’m like “wait, hold up”.
Does that really mean I gotta give this my all?
But what if shit goes left and we both fall?
Fear of the unknown got me feeling like I gotta keep a piece of me to maintain my peace in me.
Yet this vulnerability is so freeing.
Love really is freedom.
With him my spirit’s free.
I don’t really know how else to be.
So I pray in time he’ll see beyond the mask and see in to me, if it’s mean to be.