I love you.
I don’t know what else to say,
You’re the brightest light I've ever seen.
But I don’t want to say it like that.
So badly I want to say something romantic,
Say something that makes you feel the butterflies in your stomach,
The same way you’ve made me feel.
But all my panic and anxiety,
They spiral out of control,
A touch from you would make me ecstatic,
But a touch from me would make you shatter.
I have these shadows,
I don’t know how to explain them,
I’ve shown them to nobody.
Maybe strangers online,
But no one important.
No one like you.
I trust you, of course I do,
Sometimes I’m quick to trust,
But I’ve been trying to take it slow.
I’m so scared I’ll make a mistake,
Things come back to whisper,
“He doesn’t love you”
“You still aren’t good enough”
And you help me,
You say you love me,
So honestly and so truly.
But these whispers,
They progress into talking,
Constant and uninvited,
Then screams,
Loud and disturbing.
I’m disturbed.
I’m scary.
You should be running.
Why aren’t you running?
You’re everything,
From the light to the flower to the water to the sky.
I love you so much.
So much.
But is it too much?
Is it not the same?
I’m paranoid.
And I hate that I am.
I want you to hate something about me.
And I want you to tell me that you hate that,
Just so I can change to make that go away.
And then I want you to do it again.
I said I swear I'm not crazy.
But if I am?
I might be.
I love you,
But not myself.
And that’s a reason people leave each other sometimes.
7d ago
May 28, 2026 at 7:16 PM UTC
I love you.
I don’t know what else to say,
You’re the brightest light I've ever seen.
But I don’t want to say it like that.
So badly I want to say something romantic,
Say something that makes you feel the butterflies in your stomach,
The same way you’ve made me feel.
But all my panic and anxiety,
They spiral out of control,
A touch from you would make me ecstatic,
But a touch from me would make you shatter.
I have these shadows,
I don’t know how to explain them,
I’ve shown them to nobody.
Maybe strangers online,
But no one important.
No one like you.
I trust you, of course I do,
Sometimes I’m quick to trust,
But I’ve been trying to take it slow.
I’m so scared I’ll make a mistake,
Things come back to whisper,
“He doesn’t love you”
“You still aren’t good enough”
And you help me,
You say you love me,
So honestly and so truly.
But these whispers,
They progress into talking,
Constant and uninvited,
Then screams,
Loud and disturbing.
I’m disturbed.
I’m scary.
You should be running.
Why aren’t you running?
You’re everything,
From the light to the flower to the water to the sky.
I love you so much.
So much.
But is it too much?
Is it not the same?
I’m paranoid.
And I hate that I am.
I want you to hate something about me.
And I want you to tell me that you hate that,
Just so I can change to make that go away.
And then I want you to do it again.
I said I swear I'm not crazy.
But if I am?
I might be.
I love you,
But not myself.
And that’s a reason people leave each other sometimes.
It was a vent
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