Why am I so willing to pass my heart around

on a platter like hors d’oeuvres?

Falling in love is not

something that simply happens;

there is always admiration before desire,

smoke before flame.

Perhaps it is not that I’m willing,

but rather, that I don’t know,

for I would rather live in this haze

for fear of being burned.

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