Coming Clean

I am caught up in the feelings you gave me.

Like no one and nothing will ever replace

the words you said and the looks on your face

all because I couldn’t keep my mouth shut.

If you didn’t want my love,

why did you touch my hand?

I know I will never understand

the subtle nuance of romance verses friendship.

I couldn’t stand it anymore

and had to get it out however harshly.

It’s black or white, middle ground is no good to me.

I think I sprung it on you a little to fast.

I won’t forget the way you looked

or the exclamation you gave at my confession.

I guess I’ve learned my little lesson.

I’ll never say I love you again.

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