she said, "I think we should, try...."

 
 
    this isn't a "love" poem; wasn't quite sure what to call it-or if to even drip ink off pen; there's a part of me-a very small part of me, that believes in miracles like Whitney Houston....  
 
    
   let's be honest- who can't relate to cramps at the heart that begins initiating one's need for musing; not a fan of valentines day or cupid-or my emotions if with them I'm unable to tune in....  
 
   let's say I've been reacquainted with a past cute"friend"-a-rose truly- can't forget the thorns like any roses' true stem....  
 
   anyway....back then was a crush- now adays hoping at least a potential true friend; in a world where crush has more than just one meaning....  
   
   not quite sure how to feel during this "reunion"; doubtful-guarded, perhaps prepared to make excuses of how I'm not sure if a serious relationship we should be pursuing....  
 
   the longer time goes by without real actual vocal cummuion-what are we actually doing? I like this girl probably more than she seems to like me back; I'm so mushy and soft hearted-being open is like open surgery-you can't cushion that....  
 
   I know everything's a process-and even if there's something there; my brain is ultimately surely  anything but something clear....  
 
  my mortality is showing-when i open up and state my fears-she's one of them-worth the wait but am I-either way-the truth- I'm fucking scared....
 
  yes I'm still "standing", but have been plenty times beaten out my fucking square....there's no telling how long it or I'll be there....