forgotten, when you stand next to me.
gone is the pain and self doubt,
replaced by childlike contentment
and butterflies in my chest.
and yet I bury that feeling.
i bury it,
so it doesn’t escape
sneaking out my throat
dancing out my lips
“i love you.”
feelings will become regret
memories tarnished and locked away deep.
and so i bury
and i feel
and i pretend you mean nothing at all.