This Is To Tell You

That there's this weight,

Over my heart,

That will only lighten,

When it tells you,

Somethings that you already know,

Yet you never hear me say.

This is to tell you,

That the things it wants to say,

Are maybe for it to accept,

After all these months,

Because even now,

It is questioning the authenticity,

Of the feelings existence.

This is to tell you,

That I've never told this to anyone,

Which is why it is scary,

But scarier because it knows,

The answer somewhat,

Yet it hopes for a different outcome,

Everytime it thinks of telling you.