Member Poem

Sitting beside you
I always feel compelled
to write
Everything
That doesn't cross the barrier
of my lips
I still think about you
all the time
All the things I am afraid to say,
questions I am afraid to ask
Fear of answers, fear of what you'll think
Fear of silence keeps me talking,
like if I talk enough,
You won't be able to think long or hard enough
about leaving me
Sometimes I write poems out of fear
like maybe my half-legible script,
written by my ever-shaking hands, raw and uncensored
My word choice or inability to rhyme,
who knows, really
Like my heart written in ink on the blue lines of this page
could ever be enough to earn your love
Even though it was once
I often feel like there isn't anything I could do or say
To win your heart, to take your breath away
You hardly have to try,
you render me speechless as you're curled up with your nose in a book
Somewhere between beautiful and brave,
synonymous with breathtaking