9 January 2013
"I like you a lot," "I really like you, too," Somehow I just know You'll say "I love you,"
Not now on the phone But the next time we meet You'll send chills down my spine From my lashes to my feet
And so what if I think That those words are wholly true That doesn't mean I can admit it Or confess it to you
I'm terrified of love The venerability it creates The threat that it poses The control it obliterates
Just three little words A phrase, a remark But it's also a promise You won't leave me in the dark
A promise I'm your only That you truly care for me That without me you are broken That we are meant to be
That you'll listen wholeheartedly And always ask why You'll hold me on cold nights And wipe up tears that I cry
I'll promise that as well When I admit I love you too And we'll both be relived Because those words are overdue
So even though love scares me And it's hard for me to trust You are the exception This is so much more than lust
How I Loathe "Love" • Opuss № I