Can I tell you a secret? I say,
Because you are the only one
Who I can actually trust.
Anything, you reply.
When you said it,
You didn't sound curious.
You sounded like you actually cared.
But then I think...
I want to confide in you, but how?
How can I possibly tell you
All my secrets?
I need to tell someone, because honestly
They're eating me alive.
Maybe letting them out will help me
In some miraculous way.
But then, what if it doesn't?
What if you think I'm a freak?
A loser?
A psychopath?
What will I do then?
Cry my heart out?
Cut until my skin becomes raw?
Too late. I already do that.
But what if telling you just makes it worse?
Then I think again...
Why am I always so afraid?
Why am I constantly thinking about
The "What-If"'s instead of living in the moment?
Why can't I just take risks?
I hesitate for a moment,
But then, I lean closer to your ear.
I love you, I whisper.
Do you love me too?
