it’s uncomfortable
talking about my feelings with you

my feelings about you
they’re sentences with too many conjunctions
and I’d rather it be simple

it’s disheartening
to be faced with all the ways I failed you

failed at pointing out sore spots
my anger at the parts you unknowingly pick at
the cold shoulder I use in defense

I don’t like that you make me look at me
it’s intimidating

knowing that I’m responsible for my healing
to resist the insistence to put up walls
allowing patience and kindness to lead the way

I can’t avoid being uncomfortable
it’s nonsensical

avoidance only pulls us further apart
when really, all I want is you by my side
these insecurities will not fall victim to pride