Fearful

I am fearful that our relationship is purely physical,
although I am sure that if I search my scattered memories
long enough, I will find a slightly different view
among the remains of a shattered dream.
For now I must consider it an enigma.

I am free, you are bound.
I reach for the stars and circle the moon,
you prefer your feet firmly planted on the ground.
I am an open book, not a secretive soul,
you are always lost within yourself,
to draw you out is a challenge
that takes it toll.

I walk along the realm of possibility,
you grasp too tightly to your present reality.
I am a gypsy, always searching for peace,
you fight a battle,
that's existence has ceased.

I fear that your water will put out my fire,
but I strongly believe that our connection is higher.
I want to help you to achieve your heart's desire,
but maintaining my self is extremely dire.

I once thought that love was getting lost in each other,
a romantic notion in a silly girl's head,
I now know that love is more complicated than this
and not something that can very simply be said.