I realised how dangerous love could be
when everyone refused to say that I loved you
But there was a time
where even I refused to say that
I loved you
because I knew what it meant
but, oh god, how obvious it was
anyone could see it on my face
I really did love you.
There was only one time one person said.
‘You love him don’t you?’
Oh god, yes I ******* did
But I knew the heaviness to love
and it was so terrifying that
I couldn’t even say, 'yes’
So, instead I nodded
And realised
He must have known all along
Because I had never been a person
that was good with words
but I was always good at
stares
and
smiles
and
touches.
He had to have known I loved him
because one stare from me
and he knew that I wanted him.
I wonder what my touches told?