Petite Poetry

Why? Why do I feel about you the way I do?

Why? Why is it that I feel most comfortable talking to you?

Why? Why can’t I tell you how I feel?

Why? Why must my heart break, only to re-heal?

I think I like you.

But I may love you.

Who am I to say?

You are my friend.

You are my all-in-one.

I think about you day and night,

I want you to know how much I care,

But I’m afraid of what you’ll say.

I wish I may,

I wish I might,

That you will read my soul tonight,

If I were to leave this earth,

My feelings heavy on my heart,

You would never know how I cared,

For you, the only one I could ever love.