Eyes

I'm scared

of uttering the words

"I love you"

Again.

Because what if 

it was something

I never really meant? 

I’m scared I’ll keep on standing at a grave

of someone who isn’t dead.

That i’ll miss you forever 

even when I know you won't,

Being a poet 

I think to be a poet means

To be one to bleed out 

On lined paper 

And express the hurt 

you must feel.