I'm shy
timid
insecure
so very nervous
of so much and so little
and I can't help this
and I can't help how I feel about you
(and how I can't work up the courage
to tell you)
So I leave it
at small smiles
and soft hellos
from a voice as quiet as the wind
and chapped lips
(it acts as my cage
so the butterflies inside me won't fly away)
Because I'm afraid -
like a cold frost seeping
into my bones
and painting over my heart -
that if I ask you
"what do you think of me"
you're reply will be
"I don't."