Honestly

If I'm being honest, it is a dangerous thing for you to fall in love with me and me to fall in love with you. But seems an easy thing.

If I'm being honest, I picture myself standing outside your liquid prison banging on walls with closed fists screaming to be let in.

If I'm being honest, I'm terrified that the strength of our friendship will not withstand the intimate weaknesses we are bound to see.

If I'm being honest, I'm avoiding all of this. Because I'm conflicted between logic and my understanding that life is fleeting and days should be seized.

And honestly, I love seizing the days with you.