poeticallyundead:

I miss you

but I can’t reach out and tell you
for fear of being
           that girl

It hit me like a speeding train
when all at once
the only thing I wanted
was to see your face
  or maybe hear your voice
           but if I called
        would you even answer?

And so I sit
longing but not speaking
    wanting but not acting
  waiting but not hoping

wishing you felt the same