Afraid, of you and me of life, of all that was given. Of the speed of my mind and its parallels to te speed of this pen. Of discontent of losing them. Of speaking fast and thinking my mind. Of 7 minute stares and skin contact here and there. Of imperfections and slurs of unconscious nakedness.

Afraid, of lethargy of calories. Of caloric lethargy. Of needles and surface area expansion. Of existing more than I have right to exist and of laughing without permit. Of the A and B and C, of letters on my skin. Of contact, not with him. Of hair below my eyes. Of size 7 thighs.

Afraid of secrets that aren't mine. Of whispers and echos. Of misguided advice, uncomfortable texts and unfortunate lies. Of meaningless thoughts and words that mean less.

I'm afraid of thoughtless speaks and the waiting of weight.

I'm afraid to get dressed and even more to undress.