I’m so nervous it scares me
I don’t usually get like this.
My hands are literally shaking
But I just blame it on the cold.
I’ve had moments like this before
But then again it wasn’t ever this way.
I wonder if it’s just on my side or maybe
Maybe she’s going through the same thing
Worried about simple shit.
Infected with pessimistic creations of an over active imagination.
Wish there was a light that would just switch on when it was honesty.
I know what she said, I heard it clear as day.
She loves me like the moon loves the night.
Caressing it and revealing it’s beauty but not stealing the light.
But yet thoughts stride in all directions through my mind.
I’ve been here before and I easily believed.
My hands hold this withered rose
Pulling off petal after petal torturing myself
She loves me, she loves me not.