masked

Hesitation is the enemy.
To withhold my emotion
locking it in a box from you,
my down fall.

While I was out looking for myself,
somewhere alogn the way,
I lost you.

The pressing of my lips
drew you into
the heart of another.

I put on my shining armor
for you to see.
But under the surface
I want you to know
that you are
my weakness.

I'm sorry Im not
the person you have been seeing.
I wish I could be me
infront of you.
But the wall of words unsaid
has grown too gluntness
to break through.