What I never dared to say

Eventually I guess it had to happen,
My poetry book is empty again, even
like that I am trying to fill it up
again. You could be my someone, you
could be my scene. I never dared to
tell someone that before, my shyness
is a negative point for me. I must
have guessed that a long time ago.

Well, sometimes it's better late
than never. I get easily distracted
there's just too many distance between us.
Never felt that before...
At some point I believe that we weren't
as THAT honest as we thought we were.
Surprise again.

Is there anything else I should know
or I should have known? I don't feel guilty,
Sometimes a little empty I must admit.
But sometimes it just happens.