31-Day Poem: Day Twenty-Three

That Which Has a Right to Confuse

My thoughts have traveled
many crooked paths
that have somehow led
straight to her.
My emotions the same
as they line up in a neat order,
beginning with fear.

Why do I feel as if I could fall
and would enjoy the fear of falling?

Is that why my knees are weak
around her? Am I trying
to tell myself something?

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