I avoid the topic
Afraid that this delicate balance of reality and delusion
will crumble at my feet
So I wait
Revise my lines
Hope that the right prompt comes from your lips
So that I can say all the things I want to say to you
While I minimize the chance of casualties
You are so much stronger than me
Losing this may not mean all to you that it does me
But I see that longing there
Its in your eyes, your hands- they betray your words
Wanting me to stay
Do you want me to say it?
Do you want me to tell you that I love you?
Using my desperate vulnerability
My sweetly deceptive tone
While I build up my armor
For your piercing reply- jabbing straight to the heart
The inevitability of no, and the fierce wanting of yes.