when we first met we were awkward
you said you were hard to talk to
and I said don’t worry it’s me and not you
we both shuffled our feet, stared at the street
glanced up and down, constantly turning around
until you said to me
“do you ever have so many things to say,
but never the heart to say them?”
I looked you in the eyes, suppressing my surprise
at that moment, I knew you’d be my demise
to be honest, it all started with you
and with you it would end too
when you left that cold December night
after we had a bad fight
“why don’t you ever show me what you feel”
and I whispered, my voice full of fright, holding my fist tight
my pulse moving fast, memories racing past
“I never had the heart to"