Have you ever loved someone so much
You could no longer look at them?
Afraid that if you did,
They'd catch the emotion in your eyes?

This isn't a poem like that, not really
There was no brush of fingertips and long sideways glances
He is not the sun, and I am not the earth
But we could be meant to be

He is not an angel, He does not fly on wings made of music and
He does not leave ****** footprints across golden landscapes
He is not the best thing to happen since sliced bread,
Hell, he's not even the best thing to happen to me

And yet,
Here I am writing yet another poem
About the way I don't let myself look at his eyes
And who needs more words about how arms feel like home
When it could just be that you haven't been held in a while

Who needs metaphors about butterflies
When in reality it's just an excuse for hesitation
A fallacy-filled reasoning to not take a chance
And some sick culmination of a lack of self worth

I can give you reasons that I love him,
I can give you clues that he loves me,
I can give you explanations, similes,
Excuses for why I've done nothing,

But why even bother with that?
What is the point of waxing poetic about a boy
Who I will never make a move on
And who will never make a move?

Spoiler Alert,
There isn't one.

I'm afraid of so many things & you stand such a big chance of ruining me completely, but I stare right back & for once I'm not scared at all.

I think of you all the time and how I never call.
So I bought cards and stamps.
I would write all the people I loved but hardly knew anymore,
and I would feel the keeper of guilty weight untie my wrists,
let me hit the ground hard and remember that I am connected to something.
I tucked them away on the windowsill and thought about what I would say.

The colours have melted into one another now,
coral reds and blue purples, the jewelry of infectious yellow card stock,
the ink's faded in the sun's light.

I haven’t decided what to say, and the price of stamps goes up all the time, so I’ve decided that I should leave them all alone after all.

I have given you
all of the wisdom I have,
now ******* will you?

Stop acting like I
owe you something, or that you
never shut me out.

I saw you and I
opened every door, but
you were “too afraid”.

Leave me alone then.
You hesitated and lost.
Your chances are gone.

Keep close what you have,
and cherish that in my place.
The doors are closed now.

Time and again more and more number of possibilities are been explored keeping in mind the past, present and the future.
The hesitation still remains
A great deal of uncertainty keeps everything on hold
Better to move ahead one step at a time
Be wise
Since the failure from past still haunts the mind
What now?
What next?
What else?
What if something goes wrong?
What if something misses the mark?
Questions and more number of questions are raised
However, definitely these are not questions
These are doubts that are raised in the form of questions

Understand the situation
Feel the pulse of the moment
Analyze everything and then move ahead to take the risk
Better to do something rather than to back out
Better to test the strength
Better to face failure rather than to dismiss the thought of taking the proper line of action
Time to monitor the situation now and think again
Negotiation and compromise are out of question
Innovation is not going to take care and solve the problem
It’s the transformation of thoughts into strength
Transformation of words into action
Transformation of will power into an ability to execute
Since everything is at stake
As of now it’s the skill, strength, determination and ability that will get testified
No matter what happens now
One thing remains for sure
Give your best and fight till the end
Let’s see what happens then.