Transitions.

If you ask me why,
I've changed,
I cant give you,
A clear answer,
Except look away.
There are things,
I want you to know,
But I shall refrain,
From reducing them to syllables.
I dont want the
Look in your eyes to change.
I'm afraid again,
Of letting you in
Too deep,
Unsettling the arches,
Of my so called defences.
You know me too well.
Distance- seems more of a security
To keep at bay-all my confusions.
When all along,
Proximity raises phobia.
No more do I want to
Live in self-doubt.