only because he'll never read this.

your bright, bloated anime eyes
walk tight rope on your heroine thin lies

apathy masks fear
and you had that stink about you, my deer.

i know.
my headlights.
they shine too bright.
too fast.
but fleetings like this-
you have to jump on them while they last.

i don't have the time to wait around.
the time to see what might bloom.

if you want me. take me.
but treat me like you've just landed on the moon.

honestly, though...
the game has already been lost.

i questioned myself too much
to even let you see that underbelly
part of you may have wanted to touch.

you came in heavy just like any other cliche
but couldn't walk your talk
or say what you wanted to say.

my regrets
they are part of a pattern
deeply seeded

protecting myself
from the hurt i make you deliver

but if i get another chance
i'll show you
what you'd never have the courage to go after anyway...