Not another One

It has come to this,
My mind has turned over,
Like a four leaf clover,
Luck sprinkled within,
Or at least I think it is.
Not quite so sure,
Since I’ve felt this before,
Along with a midlife crisis.
Though this time I know,
Love is not included,
I am carefully choosing,
How to say so,
That my feelings are there,
Without hurting myself,
Without saying something else,
That I might regret later.
I wish you were the savior,
I’ve been looking for,
And trough it all,
In your arms end up cradled.