If I had confessed early, I wouldn't have to so anxious about us.
I am a person full of words but with you not only does my mouth shut but my brain too.
It is vulnerability not awkwardness.
It is the impossibility of us that makes me ache.
It is the amount of passion I put in to just staring at you.
It is love that makes us vulnerable to each other.
It is pride that stands between us.
It is passion for greatness that whines in me.
I want us to be the ones who get to be happy after this dread.
I want us to have ability to say to my strict parents.
"We are in love"
I want the confidence to talk it out with you but, how if you are hard to nudge?
How if you wouldn't give me a piece of your mind?
How if I held it in for so long that it disgusts me?
"Gross"
That's the word that whirls in my mind after I imagine us kissing in the dark.
That's the word that winds up in my mouth after I talk cheesy about you.
"I wanna make you mine, But it's hard to say"
Love me. I am desperate. I am.
I need you.
