i have been confessed to three times
and each time has been a disaster
i never see it coming, so i end up neglecting to reciprocate
and my first coherent thought afterward is
"i dont know if i can get out of this one"
my problem is that i know how this is going to end
(even the first time around, i knew)
because i cant think of anyone i havent drifted away from eventually
whether it be months or years
and because these things require openness
the terror stops me in my tracks
long enough for the apathy to seep in
i cant afford to become unpalatable
you matter too much for me to do that to you
that is to say, i like you too much to love you