I Am Not a Perfect Lover

I get attached too easily

and have to hold back my tongue

from saying things that

I know I feel

but can never tell if you feel the same.

I am not a perfect lover,

I let my mind get the best of me

taking over and making

me think I have nothing

to love in the first place.

Wait.

That might be too strong a word

but there is something

in the back of my mind

that says that maybe,

just maybe,

it is the appropriate word

and I have been going about this all wrong.

I am not a perfect lover,

your eyes make me anxious

because I get lost in them

and you won’t draw me a map

any time I get the gumption

to steal a glance

only to find that you’re

already matching me.

I am not a perfect lover

I’m overthinking the simplest

word choice

with that one thing

that I need

to say.

Just three little words,

do you dare me to say them?

We both know that I want to,

but are they what you want to hear?

- samual curtis