I sit here beside you at the pier.
Your legs are crossed
and mine are hanging over the side
dangling above the dark waters below.
The sun is setting.
We sit in silence.
I look down
my hands in the pocket of my oversized sweatshirt.
I can tell you're looking at me.
Looking at me
then the water
then me yet again.
I feel like saying something
but I can't seem to find the words
either that, or I do not have the courage.
You seem to be waiting for me to say something.
Do you have something to say as well?
My mind swims
yelling at me to say it.
But I'm much too shy
much too nervous.
I will never be brave enough.
you'll grow tired of me
And my feelings will forever be