I pride myself on being good with words,
But whenever I’m near you my brain refuses to work,
Your presence completely renders me speechless,
Like a nurse with a vein; you draw out my weakness.
I don’t want to appear stupid in front of you,
But this conversation I have nothing to bring to,
I’m struggling to get through,
And as long as you’re in view my brain will stay this lumpy stew.
I analyse everything I say before I say it,
Then when it seems fit,
To pipe up with it,
You’ve changed the subject.
I’m finding this difficult to say aloud,
But I want you to hang on my every word,
Like I do with yours, inhaling when you pause,
But every quip I make is slurred or misheard.
I imagine scenarios; we’re amongst mutual friends,
They’re talking about current trends and how much the government spends,
Across the table our eyes linger, for maybe just a few seconds too long,
And whatever happened to be playing in the background is now our song.
But that’s when we’d know,
You’re JFK and I’m Monroe,
This would be our secret,
Though we’d never act on it,
Sure, I admit, I’d give my forever just to know if our lips fit,
To know whether your lips are my missing jigsaw bit,
But for now this is enough,
I’ve always been pretty tough when it’s come to this ‘feelings’ stuff,
It’s just nice to finally share something with you,
I know we ought not to,
But it’s just a feeling, a stolen glance,
It’s not an advance at romance,
I’d tricked myself into believing I didn’t like you,
And I’m probably only being honest because I’ve had a few,
But credit where it’s due, I think you’ll agree it’s pretty sublime,
How I’ve managed to supress this for such a long time,
It’s such a relief getting this off my chest,
I know it’s a lot to digest,
But now I’ve said it out loud, with you in the room,
I can put my mind to rest, everything’s been confessed.
I roll over and check you’re still asleep,
And when you wake in the morning, after hours of snoring,
I won’t have the courage to tell you any of this.
All my words are out there now,
Floating above your bed,
It’s up to you when you wake to pluck them out of the air,
And piece back together what I said.