this is where i was supposed to tell you
(what I was going to say)
i guess you know now that I didn't
because if I had told you these last few lines would have rhymed
would have been details into the synonyms my heart has ascribed to your name
this is where i was supposed to give in and admit
what all my little footnotes of blushes really mean
that i really wouldn't mind it if you kissed me
this is where i was supposed to tell the truth
but all i can write are lies
because this is where i'm terrified
terrified that somehow you'll read this and know
even though i didn't say anything at all
this is where i beg myself to let myself say just one little thing
just one little anecdote, just one little truth, please?
this is where i was supposed to open my own file
and read what my subconscious wrote
this is where I stay in stasis
this is where i erase this
backspace.