(poems go here) Laying on your chest,
Playing in your hair.
With you I am at my best.
But I would never dare speak—I would never dare say,
The three words that keep—Reoccurring in my head.

I love you
I can’t.
I love you
I can’t.

Those three words are the end.
Because you will never love me
—And feverishly I said it.
“I love you”. The end.