We’re not that
different, you and I.
It’s just that I speak a
lot, and you prefer to listen.
You dream a lot, I’m a
bit realistic.
I laugh openly, and all
you do is smile.
I cry
sometimes, and you hold back your tears.
You express your doubts,
and I hold back my fears.
But we love each other,
and thus we are alike.
In some matters though,
I have to say you’re wrong,
You complain that I
don’t love you,
Just ‘cause I don’t say
it out loud.
You say that I don’t care
for you,
Just ‘cause I haven’t
cried by your side.
You
claim that I’m never happy for you,
Just ‘cause I’ve never
laughed when you have.
I want to confront you;
I want to tell you,
I do love, I do care,
And I’m
always happy when you are.
But
that would involve speaking my heart out,
Something
I’ve never been very good at.
What if
you think I’m rude?
What if
you think I’m self-centered?
What if
I lose you forever?
I shudder to think of
that possibility,
And I
quiet down, saying nothing.
It is
then that I realize, that even I’m flawed.
'Cause
with you, I still haven’t learnt how to break the ice...