i dont know if i call you.
i'd sound desperate .
i dont know if i text you,
i'd look shameless.
i dont know if i must tell everything to you,
but what if,i sound clumsy and confused.
i dont know.
anything
absolutely nothing.
you complicate me.
all the time.
wish it could all just be
clear
that i wouldnt mind
writing ,
spilling
all thats inside me
to you.
but its hard.
because i have to
keep in mind
image i make of myself
on you.

i dont know
when i could just be free.
free in front of
you.
i keep saying
i'm only me when i'm with you.
but guess its not true
i do take my steps
cautiously.
i dont know.
why
just why?