i asked her—
of all people—
if you’d ever said
anything about me.
i knew you wouldn’t.
you don’t hand
your secrets to anyone.
but she said the way
you look at me
is evidence enough.
she questioned
why i haven’t told you.
maybe you’d stay.
maybe you would.
but i could never
make you choose
between your dreams
and your chance with me,
only to watch us
fall through.
this one is about the fear of asking for love.
August 6, 2025
