Friday, 11:00 PM
You said we got to get going
Wait, what? What, wait.
I haven't even started yet

We started walking against my will
As crowds started piling
My throat is drying
But I gotta speak

With weakened knees
I say my feelings
I couldn't even explain
What, why, how, when

You say you don't know
You say you're not sure
Believe me, me too
Take your time to think things through

Saturday morning
I was full of bliss
I've conquered my fear
I was full of cheers

Things stayed the same
No awkwardness to blame
We will remain as friends
I'm fine with that ending

Sunday evening
I started to regret
I shouldn't have said it
I shouldn't have made you think

I thought the truth will set us free
But it only did to me
It caged you to see
Futures with uncertainties

My feelings caused you turmoils
I should've been the only one who suffers
Because I selfishly uttered words
That should've remained gagged in silence

Here is the risk I've taken
Spiting me right in my face
Was it even worth it?
To have you experience unintentional pain

Back to Friday, 11:00 PM,
My throat should've dried up to the extent
That it can't speak
That it won't speak

Take me back to Friday, 11:00 PM
My knees should've been so weak
That I wasn't able to make it to our meeting
And this, wouldn't have happened

Monday, as another weekday starts
We can hear both virtual pens being dragged
To courageously write words that are cowards
'Cause my knees will probably be spineless from this day forward