It's probably a not so healthy thing,
me not able to say what I want to,
when you and your heart mean more
to me than my own.

My life is in transit, in limbo as always,
and yet here I am, as walls crumble
about me, the walls I've built so tall,
falling at last to you.

It's time I admit how much I love you, how many nights I've spent
drinking myself into oblivion just
wishing for a single question.

Maybe, I should ask that question,
but I'm not sure, can't know what you want unless you tell me.

I'm trying, so hard, with everything
I am, but you're so enigmatic that
I don't ever know what to say.

Congratulations by the way, you've
achieved something no one else
has been able to do...
you are hurting me dear.