Today
Today might be the day
Where I actually do this
I've talked about showing you these before
In my poems
I've said I'll tell you how I feel
But you still don't know it
So maybe today I'll actually give these to you

Nope
Never mind
I'm chickening out again
Because I have to remember that consequences exist
Good or bad
And I Still don't want to mess things up
And I'm still scared, like a little child
S ugar
H oney
I ce
T ea

I guess I'm running away again
And shoving these poems back under my bed
Where no one will ever find them.

Sorry.

Sometimes I just want to scream.