I want to tell you how much I love you
but the thought of it makes me sick to the pit of my stomach
feeling it with dread with your rejection
causing envious decisions
but a hopefulness mixed in with butterflies
yearning the desire to be loved
a yummy taste of honey and cream
If I tell you the words
would you say them back to me
or throw me in the garbage shoot compacter
left to be picked by a random person on the street
or will you kiss me and tell me the same
my chances are 50/50
do I want to take that risk
by jumping off this diving board
not knowing how to swim
waiting for your reaction
of dismay
or of acceptance
Why can’t you just tell me first
so I can tell you how much I love you
Read Love Letter #63
Very sweet.
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Thank you love! Thank you for all of your support ❤
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Same to you as well, You are welcome and thank you.
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