I could just decide
to hold your hand
one day and take
you dancing once
the rain starts to fall.

I could do all that
and you would
know that I have
always loved you
even when it felt
like I never did.

I could do that,
tomorrow or now
but something is
holding me back
and this is a cliché
but it's not you,
it's me.

I am afraid
that you would
hate me for it.

I am afraid
because you
might hate dancing,
I might step on
your feet,
you might be
uncomfortable
holding someone's
hand, you
might hate getting
your clothes wet

and you will not say it,
because you don't want
to break the sad girl's heart

and that scares me.