Don’t over compensate,
Don’t kid yourself,
We both know this has nothing to do with you.
There is no underlying meaning or revelation,
There is no declaration written between these lines.
This is a work in progress,
Just like how we learn to behave.

I am luminous; I just haven’t found a way of expressing it yet. But
Through these years I have found ways of consoling myself, and
I believe I can get through this unscathed, but I can’t promise to be unaffected.
I can’t promise much, other than that I know I want you more than I have wanted anything else,
For a very long time.
I can promise you that I am honest when I tell you that this is exactly how I feel when I’m with you,
I sense that this could last, but I refuse to make promises.
I can’t control my own heart or mind,
And time has taught me not to depend on them for answers or security.

We are young and sincere, as far as we can understand these things we go through.
We think with our hearts, and with our bodies, we think with anything other than sense or good judgment,
I know you might understand this better than I do,
But ignore your instincts if they tell you I am not worth the risk, because
They are dishonest and for once, I am decisive
In how I approach you.
I don’t want to over think this,
You’re on my mind too much, and we’ve been talking so much,
We know now that none of this has any kind of guarantee, but that can’t matter
If we are anything like what we have been pretending to be.