Fear Dictation

I’m here picking the flower petals impulsively while whistling the tune, “He loves me, he loves me not”. My head is lost my thoughts about our inconceivable dreamy first date, Wishing I could feel your warmth wrapping around my waist while intertwining and locking with my hands. Being consumed in brightly broad assumptions is enough to make me want to stay away. You make it too hard for me to swallow my feelings as soon as I feel your essence clouding around my fixated heart. Surely, something this sweet is to wild to believe in, Most certainly causing my teeth to decay. Slowly starting loose to this Victorian fear that has played a foul role in my heart when it comes to the same love that’s feeding off of my insecurities. This will soon be a disaster waiting to destruct thanks to letting my fear dictate my decisions.