you are the poem etched in her heart but was never written
you are the song stuck in her head but was never sang
you are her favorite book but was never read

you are the i love you that was never spoken
you are her greatest secret
you will forever be left unsaid
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..
..
it's stupid that you don't want to reach out on things you want to hold
it's frustrating that the noblest feelings are always held back
it's disappointing that the greatest stories are willingly left untold

There are some
Who are fireworks
They light up the sky
Earn lots of "ooh"s and "ah"s

Then there are the flames
The ones who light the fireworks
Their job is important
They allow the fireworks to shine
Some notice them
But not many

And finally there are people like me
The matchsticks
Yes,
Just the wooden bit
We don't get noticed
We don't shine like the others
All we do
Is burn away
So others aren't burnt

We are useful
But not necessary
We don't dazzle
And we are easy to come by

In this world
Of fireworks

my fear of romantic relationships encircles me and I question:

Do you like me?
Am I annoying you?
Did I say something wrong?

And I push away the good ones as easily by my insecurities as I drew them in by with my air of confidence.