Oh, the things I'd tell you!

As if there was a limit to

what I would say;

like the way you joke

and how you smile,

or maybe just the 

times we had shared

being students, classmates, together.

The way your head would tilt

to watch the words

move across your mind,

your still-moving hands

twisting and moving to

play with the thoughts

that ticked like clockwork.

And if I could say one thing

i think you'd run

and hide from me

because I'm a girl;

territory that is unknown.

You'd get freaked out

and press away to

unhear the words said,

the words I meant.

But the things Id tell you if I was brave,

if I wasn't silent

and, of course, worried

that it'd be awkward

and you'd stay away;

those sugar high smiles

made from your laugh

and shared for miles.

So don't ask me to repeat these things

because I'm not brave 

and I am quiet.

Silently wishing that you

could read my eyes

and not be afraid

of what you would see:

desperation, dedication, hope, admiration;

a myriad of feelings

I would never tell.