My Truth

 I’m experiencing it 

The fun 

The warmth 

The fire

Quite literally 

But it’s not the same 

Because it’s not with you

As much as I wish it were

I wish you’d hold my hand 

And admit how much you feel

Because I know 

I see it

Without you saying a word

But if I said something 

Anything 

You’d call me presumptuous 

A liar 

Because you have no idea 

How I actually feel

Because you don’t want to feel it 

Or admit it 

But you know

I don’t lie

And sometimes the truth hurts

Simply because

As much as you want it

You aren’t always ready for it

And like these flames

The closer you get

The worse it feels

-j.p