I want to tell you, but I can’t
I’m scared to death, so I recant
I’m about to leave
So we shouldn’t become “we”
This is a secret I must keep
But being in your presence makes my will weak
We talk about how we’ve both been scared
I let you into my heart, shattered and marred
Confiding in each other
And we weren’t afraid to uncover
I didn’t see you like this until now
And the veil from your eyes still won’t come down
I know I shouldn’t jeopardize what we have
If I said I saw you in a new light, would you be mad?
I should check myself; I should be more vague
And God forbid you should stumble upon this page
Then I would have to prove that it’s one of the other two
“Don’t worry, it’s not about you”
I’m about to tell you, and then I can’t
I lose my breath and then recant
I’m scared to be forward, but I’ve tried my best to give clues
What if I leave and you realize this poem is about you?