Afraid

Uncertainty has been clouding my thoughts for months now Because you have never once Expressed how you felt After I blurted out those three little words. You have yet to tell me, Your feelings, So I can move on. Your jealously annoys me. But your touch teases, yet pleases me In ways you will never know. Why do you do this to me?! Is the question I would ask you. Is it out of pure selfishness? Or is it out of fear? Are you afraid to tell me if you reciprocate my feelings Because you don’t want to lose me if you don’t Or perhaps you think I will hate you, Or perhaps you think I will love you. What scares you so much to put me through this? I want to ask you all these questions But contrarily, I am honestly afraid of the answers.