Dear You,

It was in your eyes, the color of bravery
The look that tells you, "I am capable"
But I am not
It was in your heart, the art of never letting go
The type of person that is willing to soar
But I am not
I am afraid
Too afraid to talk to you and feel your embrace
Because any second might be the last
And I cannot handle that
I am sorry
For being a coward
For being selfish
For being broken
For being me

From,
Aphraeyd