I will not say to you,
what needs to be said.
I will not belittle it,
with a clichéd whack job of some words,
spewed out like an unapologetic stamp,
of one’s feelings on another.
I will not betray it,
with the false security
of expectations.
I am not confused.
I am not out of words.
I just don’t know what to say or how.
Because what I want to say to you, has not been said before.
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