I Should

Should I tell her the truth?
Should I say how I really feel?
Should I open myself up?
To the heartache, that I have felt before.
The Anger,
Envy,
Hatred,
The need not to be hurt.

I know, I have to tell her,
But I’m scared,
Scared she will do the past,
Hurt me when I get close.

Funny, really I can’t see her hurting me,
Yet I still have the pain,
From a similar mistake,
I can honestly see her being the exception to the norm.
Breaking the cycle I am in

Being with her,
Seeing Her,
Feeling Her,
Tasting Her,
All tell me to tell her,
But,
I’m Scared.
Smelling her hair as she rests her head on my chest,
Feeling her move,
Sensing her close.

She showed me a poem,
A poem, I can’t tell you what,
It made me think,
Think can I trust her enough,
Trust her not to lie,
Not to cheat on me,
To be there for me,

More I think about it,
The more I realize,
Realize how dumb I’m being.

So to the one this poem is based,
I love you too.
And that is what I have been hiding.

© 2005-2016

By Bryan Deakin

Hello and welcome to my site, my name is Bryan Deakin, 35yr old from Scotland. A Dyspraxic, Poet, Blogger and Community Activist, I studieda BSc(Hons) Sustainable Development, at the University of Highlands and Islands. Lover of all things Greek and Finnish, and a keen and active member of Falkirk SNP. Prior I was Vice President of Simple Machines, and Project Manager at Simple Machines Forum (SMF).

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