Written December 19, 2009
A delicate line I walk.
My fumbling must confuse you.
I’m treading softly,
yet without a big stick,
and I think my wavering
has only created more uncertainty.
I’ve retreated into the corner
I’ve receded into the background.
I’ve let my admiration turn me into
a blubbering, nervous fool.
To be honest, I don’t know what I want,
but you’ve captivated me wholly,
and my clumsiness was an attempt
to hold on long enough to figure it out.
Are you willing to wait for the whole story?
Because I’m not trying to put you in a position
that you don’t want to be in.
I’m not trying to hurt anyone.
I’m just trying to follow my heart wherever it leads me,
but I don’t quite know how to keep up.