I've let hundreds of moments pass where I could've told you. The words are pushing against the back of my teeth, but I just can't seem to let them out. When I do tell you, I hope you'll understand how hard it is for me to say the words out loud. Wrap your arms around my shaking frame and just hold me. Because a declaration like that will drain the light I keep so carefully lit. You'll look at me differently. I won't be the same girl you fell for during a chemistry lesson. My hands will seem colder, my spine will seem stiffer. Will you still love me when you know that I'm damaged?