I wish I could tell her without
******* everything up,
without her thinking that I don't care,
without her thinking I will just toss her aside
if she doesn't feel the same way as I.

I wish I could tell her because
I would give her the world,
I would give her the flowers,
and the trees,
and the birds,
and the bees.

Besas.
I would give her those too.
But ****, I can't tell her and
I don't know what to do.