I’m no longer afraid to say I love you.
Three little words had me in a chokehold
and I was gasping for air to even speak.
Three little words were thrown at me like daggers,
then ripped from the wound in my heart, left to bleed out.
I was too afraid to say I love you,
because they might not say it back.
Would they even mean it if they did?
I walked in broken glass
Just to form I love you in a mosaic to never be seen.
Through time and trust,
I’ve learned to say it again.
Maybe now I say I love you too much,
But I’m making up for every time I couldn’t say it before.