DarqFox Poetry Corner #10 · 12:32am Nov 2nd, 2014
Cowardice
I want to write a poem, but everything I'm saying seems wrong. Each song I've listened to in the past week still reminds me of our time together and the way we loved like there was no chance in hell that we could love anyone else. Every day I wake up and want to text you, "Good morning," but I hesitate, and my courage fades. I once told you that I was a coward, and this is exactly why. I'm afraid that going back to just friends will fade back to strangers who've forgotten they've met. And I'm so terrified of this that I go back to my dark corners and write, but I never stop remembering. And it eventually hits the point where my cowardice kills the possibility of "we can still be friends."
I'm terrified of losing you, but I'm also terrified of trying to talk to you again. I'm terrified of making the first move. I'm terrified of everything by now, and the anxiety is enough to make me want to scream "I'm sorry that you ever had to deal with me!" But I know you won't hear me. Because in truth I'm a coward, and you're a brave soul. You're off adventuring, and I'm sitting in my bed, writing about the adventures I could have had.
</3 DarqFox
