The things I wish I could tell you.

May 11, 2005 01:01

Sometimes I feel like I'm lying to myself by not telling you how I feel.
I wish I could be honest, could just come out and say it.
I don't even know what's holding me back.
We'd both be better off if I could just tell you.
Yet I pause.
I wait for that opportune moment I know will never come.
Because it's already passed.
So every passing minute is the opportune moment.
That point in time when I ought to just pick up the phone.
Or type that email.
Or write that letter.
But I don't.
And I can't quite say why.
I just wish I would.
So that we could both get on with our lives.
And you would stop wasting your time with me.
This is one-sided.
This isn't love.
But I appreciate all that you've done and said.
Please forgive me if I've hurt you.
I never meant to.
I'm sorry it took so long...
To tell you.

poetry

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