There's a lot that needs to be said
and I'm not sure how to say it.
I've stored up all the feelings
in the back of my heart
but there are too many of them now
and they're all starting to spill out.

There are a lot of words
that consist of four letters—
"twin," for example,
or "poem" or "moon."
Or "hurt."
Also his name, and yours.
And though the four-letter word
that reminds me of him
is "kiss,"
the word "love"
has only ever
been tied to one person,
and that's you.

And there are four-letter words
I hope that you're not—
"blue," or "gone…"
or "hers."
But I'm starting to get scared
that you're labeling me
with your own sets of four.
"Left" and "late—"
or maybe worse,
"fine" and "free."

I'm not sure how exactly
you see me at the moment,
but I need to let you know:
the words that fit me best
when it comes to you right now
are "torn" and are "lost,"
but also "(very) sure:"
there's nobody else
I've ever known
that I would rather
be calling "mine."