I must confess
I have been writing about you...
In my hidden rhymes, I can scream.
In my lost poems, I feel seen.
I'm afraid to confess how much I feel.
I'm scared to overwhelm, to isolate, and push you away.
But these words may never find your eyes,
hiding in these lines that I will never say.
Saying that you stole my heart would be a lie.
You took so much more of what is mine...
You have my attention, my memories, and my dreams.
Fine, you have my art, my poetry, my time.
F*CK IT... keep my salvation, my future, my life.
ForI