Drabble

The tangled web we weave to hide
what we do not want to be real,
those feelings that we don’t know what to do with
the ones that end up shoved under the rug not to be thought of until
they pop up again.

Maybe they are there to force us to sort out
the thoughts in our mind that
we don’t want to face, but eventually will have to.
I realize in hindsight that this would have been easier to say
years ago
had I just opened my mouth to say it.
Then again
there is that tangled web to stare at me
to gawk at my lack of communication
and laugh at how stupid I was.

If I had only known xyz
that is the thing that plagues me
the “what ifs” that I can never resolve, but I guess time
has a way of erasing the regret
and easing the pain.

Time moves too slow
and it appears that the pain I feel
may never truly go
away… maybe that is my curse
the curse of shyness.
Of not being able to tell the one that I really love how I feel…