I'm too busy

I miss the people that I used to not miss.

I drive too fast to give myself the feeling of freedom.

I'll crash too hard so I remember it can be taken away.

I challenge germs to try to hurt me.

I changed a part of me because I saw myself in another form.

And I didn't like it.

I hug a little tighter and kiss a little lighter.

I let butterflies take over more often and let my hormones talk less.

Sometimes holding hands can be more fulfilling than her hands in my pants.

I laugh more spontaneously and swear a bit less.

I keep going till I can't and then some.

I share a little more and close myself less.

But I'm still afraid.