Indecision
When you're gone,
You know I miss you.
I'm unraveling at the sinew,
And in the hollow pit of my stomach
Echo the words "I think I love you,"
But I'm just so unsure,
Just so afraid to fall,
Like standing an the edge
Of the precipice,
Toes curled back
And eyes wide open.
I can't stand the thought
Of not being your's.
You know I miss you.
I'm unraveling at the sinew,
And in the hollow pit of my stomach
Echo the words "I think I love you,"
But I'm just so unsure,
Just so afraid to fall,
Like standing an the edge
Of the precipice,
Toes curled back
And eyes wide open.
I can't stand the thought
Of not being your's.