A poem what I have writ

[hsavinien]

Title: Un/certainty
Author: H. Savinien

Don’t let her smile touch the sides

on the way down.  It’ll burn your throat.

Un/certainty is a chancy thing

and hurts, acid patina on the inside

while the outside stays cheerful.

I care, I’m fond, but I can’t say love

because I’m not sure.  I’m never

sure.  But I care, and knowing her caring

burns.  It’s warm.

And terrifying.  Dangerous.

I don’t ever want to hurt you, but

How can I make sure?