Talking to you is of easy
tasks, but I don't. When
I want to I still don't and now
I stay among the clouds saying
that I love you, but I don't
say a word more.
I see you walk past
and I know you see my, but
still I say nothing to you and your
face is what I try to read, but
in return I no longer know what
to think. You look innocent
beyond truth. With it my heart
is slowly breaking.
I don't know why I treat
myself this way, but
I know my self-administered pain
comes from my love for you.
I just want to apologize because
I didn't talk to you sooner. The
reason I don't talk to you is
that I should have talked to you
sooner so I now don't know how...or what
you'll say or think... when I already know you don't care.
I now close my eyes and as I
set aside my pen I take a breath and
open my eyes to say...
I... love you...
