A raging see of torment rises within me,

I want so badly to tell her,

To scream it out to the stars in the sky,

To write it in crimson parchment forever,

But…

I am afraid…

Afraid of the what ifs,

Afraid of the maybe’s,

Afraid of losing her in the words,

And even though each day here could be my last,

I still can’t bring the words to the light.

I am a fool living in fear of possibilities,

In the grip of the terrible could be wrongs,

A coward at the mercy of the past,

Running from that which haunts me always,

But knowing there is no escape,

Evan though I do not want one.

So we remain in a limbo of one another,

Both with that word at the tip of our tounges,

But neither having the courage to part with it,

I can feel the tension with each good bye,

A silent whisper denied after each I miss you,

Knowing that neither of us will give in,

Even though without one another…

We are not alive…

We are only breathing.