To Hold What Is Not Mine

     
I cry over you    
every second of every day-    
waiting,    
longing.    
Trying to find the courage    
to say.    
and express my    
love for you .    
I've always thought that    
poetry, and writing      
is the only way to      
speak Love, true or not-    
but I can't find any other      
Real solution besides this.    
I know that the      
only way to realize    
if you love me-      
The way that I Love you-    
Is to dissolve away from    
My pathetic Delusions    
and Enter Courage,    
And Reality.    
     
I have not spoken to him yet    
because I am afraid of a shattered heart.    
But sometimes-    
it seems,    
that it is better to withold a    
shattered love-    
than to withold The Love.    
Because there will be Nothing else    
to break-    
to ruin    
For The heart is remained    
Damaged.[/i]