Cramped up in my
own little corner.
Hiding. from none
yet running. from one
one who is everything.
one who haunts
my
every dream
every blink of an eye
every move

Yet I condone
always postpone.
coming clean
confessing. my love
Hoping to write a
confession. letter
but
Afraid of rejection
dejection
though not more
than losing. you
but I’ll. take
this chance
to ask
you
“will you be my valentine?”