I went on a whim, reached out to you.

It was brief, and I realized it wasn’t worth it.

You said you didn’t have long,

I knew I was too much to bear,

So I cut it off, and left you on a happy note.

You couldn’t handle the things I tell,

These words are a burning passion

That you could hardly understand.

I try to explain, and you can only strain,

To begin to contemplate what I feel.

You feel obligated to fix my problems,
When all I want is someone to hold my hand,

Someone to encourage me along the way,

You can’t do it,

Because you don’t how,

You don’t know what I want,

What I need.

I’m sorry.

I wish there were things I had said,

And things that I hadn’t.

I don’t want to be on probation,

Every time I think about communication.

That’s not a relationship I want.

So I’ll be alone,

I won’t share the way I feel,

It’s too much of a burden,

I wouldn’t want to wish that upon,

The weight of my world on your shoulders.

And when I see you tomorrow,

I’ll smile, and say tonight was nothing,

You’ll dwell, and wonder if I’m lying,

But you won’t ask, and I won’t tell,

Because some things are better left unsaid,

And this is the darker part of me.

This lover of emotion,

This hand that turns a pen into poetry,

This mind that turns paper into beauty,

This woman that is so different from me.

How can you possibly understand,

The way I feel away from you?

I wish to tell you, that’s why I call,

I get cold feet, everytime you speak,

And it all goes away.