I WANT TO TELL YOU…!

I want to tell you that I like you.
But I can’t tell you that, can I?
I want to tell you to forget about him.
He’s a great guy, the best,
and he’s my brother
in everything but blood,
and you two are good together,
but I still want to tell you
to tell him to fuck off
and to be with me.
I want to tell you
that since the moment I met you
I can’t even get your face
out of my brain.
But I can’t tell you that,
that all I want right now
in the world
is to take you away with me.
No him, no here, no this.
Just us.
If just for a day. You know?
But I can’t tell you that.
I mean, you can’t make me.
I mean, what kind
of a person would I be
if I went and told you
something like that?