Writer's Whispers

Scared

He's scared...

He's scared to tell you how he feels.

^^^

You see he's a poet

So he's an expert

At expressing himself...

But romantic feelings

don't escape his lips with ease -

you see, he'd rather choke on them...

Than set them free

So that they don't fall onto your ears.

^^^

He's scared

That you don't feel the same way

And that you'll break his heart

And make him regret the nights spent dreaming of you

the days spent thinking of you

And the hours spent missing you.

^^^

He's scared you'll break his heart

By making it glaring

With audio proof

That he is in fact in another unrequited love situation.

He's also scared

That you're a nice girl

the kind that offers a consolation price of

"friends"

And... He's too nice to tell you no,

To tell you that being your friend will bear no fruit

Instead it will make his heart shatter into smaller pieces...

"Friends" just force him into Melancholy's embrace.

^^^

He's scared

Of what will happen

When he plucks his heart

Out of his chest

And he places his bloody organ

On the palms of your soft hands.

^^^

That's why he writes about himself in the third person.