I would prefer you to take
my heart and break
it in two.
It can't hurt more than this waiting
for signs, picking up hints and bits
of could-be longing. I spend my time hating
and loving this and me and you
and it's breaking me.
Breathing halts and blood bolts
through my veins at the sight
of you; I spend the days wandering if tonight
will be the one I say or you say
what may or may not be mutually on our minds.
Sometimes I come close to the words
and stutter. The thought of your turn-down turns
my stomach - and so I stay waiting
for you to be braver than me.
And so you stay waiting
for me to be braver than you.
Because cowards can only love