unrequited love poems

those four words

Everyone would always tell me that they wished they had someone to say those three words to.

You've at least heard them in movies or over-rated songs, read them in books, or perhaps a love letter, if you're fortunate enough.

I'm different.

I've always wanted to say those four words, no, not three, to someone special.

"I love you too."

Because I want my love to be requited. Because I want him to be the one who says "I love you" first.

Is it so wrong to be afraid of rejection?
For I'm blinded by my own paranoid imagination,
and withering courage for a confession.
I fear all it would do in our conversation,
is create unsettling tension.

And after all that unnecessary,
unintended,
inflicted pain,
It would never be the same again.

The feelings I once tried to keep at bay,
The hurt that I've been trying to keep away,
will cause my heartstrings to mercilessly fray.
As if making me pay
For foolishly falling deeper in love day by day.

Perhaps I'm grateful for status quo,
Doing nothing now than to hear a "no",
rather than to risk our relationship whole.