I simply ask you these four words
but you stutter and flush as I spit them out to you
your eyes nervously dart around the room, making contact with everything except me
your fingers begin to dance around each other in angst
I eventually become uneasy, seeming to know your answer even before you do
I repeat these four words again
in hopes you may hear them this time, in hopes you may form words with your lips and give me a reply
tears begin to well up in your now sad green eyes that now make contact with mine
your fingers unravel from one another and make there way to my shoulders
you shift your stance to a defeated posture
I feel every last finger of yours grip my skin, leaving invisible imprints where they lay
your mouth begins to tremble as you finally break my suspense with your words
"No," you say,
"I can't love you."