"i love you, but i'm afraid to love you"

your fingers crossed in opposite directions
trying to close tight the gaps in the laces
of your muddy beat up chuck taylors.

my eyes, starring in the opposite direction, the sky,
trying to find something else to concentrate on.
the stars aren't bright enough to take the focus off
of the energy that's beaming between us both.

yet we know that only leads to awkward conversations:
of what used to be, could of been
and maybe what we should start up now.
even in the awkward moments i feel the pressure pacing forward.

finished fumbling with your shoe laces
and stare a pond my face with a sense of intriguing.
i guess you were contemplating if you were going
to kiss my lips, touch my hips

but right between our vision lines
lies a thick layer of friction.
someone has to break tension
that's exploding into the room...

i can't explain it but the atmosphere is screaming
for you to stop pretending you're busy
and i, too anxious for the ride
over the scent of your cologne.

wrap me in the abundance that is you;
the ticking of our heartbeats,
time just waiting for the clock to imply
that odd minute hand is telling me

"i love you, but i'm afraid to love you..."

my eyes look down and then straightforward
you walk in closer, passed the wall.
the stars are beating cold
but my soul sings the chorus of my heart.

blending into your melody.