Afraid

I am a pale coward.
My skin drips with sweat when I see something that may hurt me.
Such as love or passion, or even just a bridge.

That I often think of jumping off.

Of course, if I had the willingness to be free and let myself be hurt,
There might be chance for benefit;
If I were to calculate the risk,
But I’ve never really had a head for numbers,
And who knows?

They might hurt me.