I read poems to get inspiration
in reality they just make me think of you

When I talk about you I don't know what to say
there isn't a distinct thing I can call you

I could say "my friend"
but you mean so much more to me than that

It takes more than a friend to make me feel the way you did
I would never kiss a friend the way that I kissed you
any other person I wouldn't excuse for your shy attitude
for you I accepted the romantic inexperience.

Despite all of my feelings
and the yearning to be with you

I can't even say that we had something
because before anything could blossom
you became afraid.

I guess I can't really blame you.

There is nothing more terrifying than putting yourself out there for someone.
No matter who they may be.

Nevertheless I would have protected you
and I still will now.