i want to tell you. i really do. i'd love to spill my secrets, my issues to you. yet i can't comprehend it. i can't communicate it to you. and the fact you could leave me. it makes my heart a tearful blue. you already look at me as if i'm broken. what do i have to lose? i want to tell you. i really do. yet i can't cope with the fact. the fact your presence may fade. vanish without a trace. except you'd still have that key. the key that can unlock the darkness in my brain.
this poem is in honour of my teacher who wants me to know that i can talk to him. but it's nearing the end of the year and he may not be my teacher next year. i fear that if i tell him too much i won't be able to cope that next year he might be wandering around with the burden of my thoughts i selfishly put on him without being able to do much to help me. and that i won't be able to connect with another teacher like i have with him. so, in general, this poem isn't really about telling him about my issues. it's about the fact that i might lose his presence in my life and that he's one of the last things that's keeping me sane. this poem is about loss. XD sorry for the mini rant i just needed to get this out there y'know.