My Words

I lost the words

that I want to say

to let you know the truth.

Written in a book,

tucked safe between the pages.

Someone else has them now,

but they were only meant for you.

I’m scared,

but I can’t tell why.

Because I can never say them like that again,

so perfect and right?

Because someone else will know me,

the way I only wanted you to?

Because they are lost,

and I cry and I sob 

because those were mine

and those were yours?

I’m scared today, 

because yesterday you said you knew me,

but today I surprised you.

I don’t remember how it went,

but I know what happened.

Maybe I’m not who you think,

maybe I’m not who I think,

and those words were meant for you, 

so you could know,

so I could know.

Maybe I’m just scared,

I’m just thinking things.

Or maybe 

I’ve gone and screwed it up,

because I spoke out loud what you were meant to read first.