MNH

I’m afraid, of you

 

but most of all, for myself.

 

There hasn’t been time yet,

to fuck this up.

 

I thought it would be different.

 

I thought I could escape

in this new addiction.

 

You’re new, beautiful, soft and sweet.

 

Everything he’s not.

 

There is no pain,

no history.

 

An empty room that

we can fill with new memories.

 

But what are they worth if I can’t

let go of the old ones?