Confessions & Questions

This thing inside,
It's been building for a while now.
(By a while, I mean years.)
I haven't realized until fairly recently, of course.
But I'm obviously too scared to act.

I'm worried that if you really knew
Some of the things that went on
In my head, in this mess that I call a brain,
You would be frightened away.

I wouldn't deserve you anyway,
That much I know.
You are much too good for me,
No way you could ever belong here.

So why do I fee like I've been waiting
To be near you for centuries, millennia?
And why does it feel so incredibly right
Whenever you throw a smile or a laugh y way?

Whatever it is, all I know is this:
I shouldn't get my hopes up,
Shouldn't feel so at home
With the way you are.
It will be ruined, taken away
Just like every good thing I touch.
♠ ♠ ♠
Sorry it's angsty