lost in you and i cant find myself

seemingly happy and possibly expecting something.
im so scared im alone in this, im feeling more than i should.
im afraid these words will go unread and unrecognized.
that the eyes they are intended for will or will not pass over without putting two and two together.
its all about putting two and two together.
its crazy, this. it is.
its repetition for years past and this is far less legit.
oh, im terrified of a chance encounter.
what havok it may wreak. and how much pleasure may be taken from it.

you have no idea. and i wish those words were for me.
i feel that they are but its just because im so vain.

oh i feel so exposed and so out there.
so exhilarated though. as if this is what i want.
i miss the rush.
i miss the hesitation.
i miss the daring.

make me whole.