(A/N; fyi. there a total of 4 poems for this. I would have them all up at once, but the document upload things isn't working.)

Speak

How can I tell you how I really feel?
Where do I find the words? Where do I start?
I've tried a million times before, but I choked and the words came out wrong.

Can I trust you?
Do you feel that you can trust me?
Can I trust myself?
What is it that I feel?
Why can't I tell you?
I know that I can talk to you about anything.
I've told you everything…except this.

It terrifies me.
I feel sick when I think about it.
And it's all I think about.
I can't think straight.
Is this how it's supposed to feel?
It doesn't make sense.
Why does something that's supposed to be the greatest, most wonderful thing,
Feel so horrible?
Is it just me?
Or maybe it's not what I think it is.

What if I don't really feel anything?
Maybe it's just all in my head.
Maybe I wanted to feel it so bad that
I tricked myself into believing that that's what it was.
And you just happened to be the one there...

And it sucks, because you're the only person that I can talk to about stuff like this.
But I can't tell you.
I just can't…