When you told me you liked me,
Not to be selfish,
My response wasn't entirely for you.
It was mostly for me,
It let me hide.
I didn't think your feelings would be that hurt,
Yet they were crushed and I'm sorry.
My intentions were never to hang out you to dry,
I was just avoiding my own elephant after we talked about yours.
But what feels easier?
Unfairly keeping you at bay,
Or admitting the faults in my character?
Since your elephant's skull is mounted on the wall,
Let's talk about mine.
I've always felt insecure and at times unworthy in these situations.
Sometimes I feel uneasy being the object of someone's affection,
Because I don't quite know what to do.
I never figured it out, and I was too apprehensive to ever say yes or hunt when I wanted it,
Even if it was casual.
It stems from forever ago, right around adolescence.
I've been trying to shake it since then,
Me admitting this will finally help.
At what expensive though?
Hopefully it's not you.