I love you
These three words have been on the tip of my tongue
For days and weeks that we've talked
I've held myself back from telling this to you
Because I feel scared that you just might walk
I know you feel the same as I do
But I'm scared of the future beyond it
How the possibility of me using you
Is taunting me into a dark pit
I can't stand the thought that it could happen again
Our past relived in its gruesome way
The way the tears fell from our eyes
And how I felt that I had to pay
I took advantage of the love you gave
And of the care you showed to me
I used every ounce for my own self-esteem
Just so that I could feel happy
You willingly risked your heart for me
Your vulnerabilities and emotions
So open and fragile
I could see your devotion
But no
I can't tell you
Because if say it
I wouldn't know what to do
YOU ARE READING
poetry of the confused soul
PuisiJust stuff I write when I'm feeling stuff. Inconsistent and messy. For some background, this stuff varies from early teens all the way to present-day, in my 20s.