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it would be like I screamed it out
into the depths of a chasm
where the echos would bounce and bounce and never end

and in the instant I had said it
it would be tarnished by my fearing
that someday it would return to me
and bite me in the ass

in my life so many things
felt so right
looked so awe filled
and seemed so wonderful at their start
but then
the crystal champagne glass that had been filled
becoming slivers of insidious pain
walls of tears

so it scares me
that if I told you I loved you
that what we had
to give me those feelings
would have already ended
and I would be walking on broken glass
until what we had was gone
and it was time for us to go
our own
and I would be alone again