It’s in moments like these,
Where all it would take is saying I love you.
Yet I’m all choked up,
Trying to express to you in special words
What you mean to me.
All I want is to make some grand speech
Just like in the movies,
Expressing to you how it seems that
My heart beats faster and slower
At the same time, how I can feel you
In every nerve of my body.
And maybe that’s overdone,
Maybe it’s cliché;
But these are the words I’d like to say.
Yet when you’re here, right in front of me
And my chance is finally here,
My tongue ties up,
My thoughts too fast for my mouth.
Although I've seen that sometimes
Simplicity is better than dressed up words,
Maybe this ‘I love you’
Is all I really need.
I hope that you can see in my eyes
How much you mean to me,
Feel it in my hand as I press
Mine against yours.
I love you.

The notebooks are lined up on my shelf
Each filled with scrawls of words
Spilled out by my pen
I've always written out of anger
No one listens, but the paper soaks it all in
My only coping mechanism is my hand
But now there's another notebook
Filled with sweet memories,
And perfectly happy instances
And on the cover of this, a title
I've given this happy notebook a name
And it's named after you

How could I have
Been so blind?
To not see the explosion
Happen before my eyes?
It all happened so fast.
Didn't hear the bang,
Didn't even see the light.
Didn't even know it happened,
Until my skin got tight.
And I got burnt.

Yes, I believe you.
I always believe your stories.
You would never lie to me.
You always tell the truth.
I trust you with my life.

Wait, what is this?
What are they saying?
I don't understand.
You are a liar?
What is that pain I feel?
Why have you stabbed me in the back?
Friend?
...Friend?

awkwardly,
you are now a secret subject I can't talk about,
because if anyone ever knew
- you are what inspires me -
they'd question my sanity

When