I’m Scared To Tell How Much I Love You
Because finally telling you that I love you very much meant having my heart broken, meant that I’m letting myself be weak, meant that I’m ready to accept rejection from you.
Because finally telling you that I love you very much meant having my heart broken, meant that I’m letting myself be weak, meant that I’m ready to accept rejection from you.
To us who are still struggling in doing this, it is time we put ourselves first too or no one else will.
I am not sure if you realize that this is all about you, or if you’ll ever realize it, but yes, it’s you. It has always been you. It took me a little too long to admit, and be brave about it, but I hope it isn’t too late.
Everything about you is still a broken memory. Your face is still a painful image to imagine. Your voice is still an echoing sound in my head. Your skin against mine is still a familiar feeling for me. Everything about you is broken, yet beautiful.
I need — and I want — to be strong for you,
because I want to see you get up once more,
and find your way back to the light
She wants to refuse to be somewhere near him
and to see him once more after such a long time,
but something about the fact of seeing him
draws her to be here, anyway.
Looking into your eyes,
my well-kept pain slowly intensifies
because I know that what I am about to do will hurt you.