He’s Afraid: Incomprehensible Ramblings of an Infatuation Junkie
By CocoaDiva on Sep 03, 2009 with Comments
A friend of mine wrote this and I tend to somewhat agree that women have to worry about men and their fears and the many excuses men have about why they can’t commit. Tell me what you think
By Ms. K.G., Esq.
He told me he was afraid. I kept asking myself “of what”. Here is my best guess:
He fears that the ominous warning of a friend will certainly come true,
“She’ll break your heart, she’ll leave you for sure. Don’t let it happen to you.”
He’s afraid because he’s witnessed what becomes of suitors after just one date,
Left forlorn, feigning for closure, he doesn’t seek that fate
He’s afraid to trust his instincts, as they’ve let him down before,
He’s afraid to go all in and be disappointed once more
He’s afraid that I’m everything he thought she was, which she could never be,
He fears that everything he’s ever wanted, he’ll somehow find in me
He’s afraid that his time, talents and resources he’d be required to invest,
That conspicuously on his sleeve his heart will vulnerably rest
He’s afraid that his shoulders aren’t broad enough to bear the weight of my world,
And this would be his responsibility if I were to be his girl
He’s afraid that his voice is not deep enough to assuage my apprehension,
That variances in perspective will be the sources of contention
He’s afraid that his touch is not tender enough to assure me of his adoration,
That he’ll become frustrated with my insatiable need for affirmation
He’s afraid that his mind is not learned enough to stimulate me intellectually,
That there’ll be nothing substantive after we’ve connected sexually
He’s afraid that his consciousness will become overwhelmed with thoughts of me,
That I’ll even evade his peaceful slumber so seductively
He’s afraid my touch will turn his inside to out, his ups to down, his frowns to satisfied smiles,
That for one more round, he’d be tempted at midnight, to drive three hundred miles
He’s afraid that he’ll need my food to nourish his body, my conversation to stimulate his mind,
That no matter how hard he searches, he’ll never find a love like mine
He’s afraid that he’ll rely on my admiration to sustain his spirit, my support to fortify his ambition,
That without my nurturing compassion, his dreams will never come to fruition
He’s afraid that when his day’s been unbearable or contained some exceptional event,
My number will be the first he dials without a second thought, purely habit
He’s afraid that he won’t be able to sleep without my goodnight kiss,
Without my hand on his chest, without his head on my breast
He’s afraid that my presence will hush the clamoring adulation of admirers desperate to have his hand,
That even in the face of temptation, with me he’d be required to stand
He’s afraid that my need for attention will shackle his wings and stifle his freedom,
That when he wants to roam the most is precisely when I’ll need him
He’s afraid I’ll turn his love songs to the blues,
His comedies to the news and his liveliness to a snooze
He afraid that if I peer too deeply into his glassy eyes, that I’ll become aware of a thousand transgressions and hundred heartbreaks,
Of innumerable insecurities and a million mistakes
He’s afraid of being adored, terrified of being cherished,
For if I come to know his faults, my admiration would surely perish
He’s afraid that he won’t be able to maintain my smile which brightens his darkest day,
That he will inevitably do something to make it go away
He’s afraid of icy glances from piercing angry eyes,
He fears the silent treatment when problems do arise
He’s afraid of trust betrayed and of promises unmade,
He fears our love will fade if foundations go unlaid
He’s afraid of forgotten birthdays, anniversaries uncelebrated
Of sentimental love songs that go undedicated
He’s afraid of angry words that cut like daggers, leaving fragile hearts broken
He’s afraid of sentiments undeclared and of vows unspoken
He’s afraid of quivering lips, sniffles and tearful eyes
And all of the emotions that result from discovered lies
He’s afraid I’ll renounce forgetting and grow weary of forgiving
That keeping an accounting of his transgressions will become a way of living
He’s afraid that someday he’ll make me cry, that I’ll lose the will to try
That someday I’ll say goodbye
He’s afraid that my name will forever reside on the tip of his tongue,
And there it shall remain long after the goodbyes are said and done
He’s afraid to acknowledge that we were reunited for a reason,
That I may be here for a lifetime and not just for a season
He’s afraid to dream big, afraid he’ll need me bad, he fears I’ll let it go,
He can’t help thinking we’ll be history if his double life begins to show
He’s afraid of happily ever afters, dreams come true and once upon a times,
That our futures are connected to our past lives, he’s afraid to recognize
He’s afraid to fully experience the depth of love detailed in 1 Corinthians 13:4-8,
Perhaps he feels those verses of his sacred bible are out of date
He’s afraid of love at first sight, fate, destiny, astrological addressing,
He’s religious but appears to be afraid of potentially his greatest blessing
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