Confession

In the bathroom mirror, a practiced smile gleams,
Lines rehearsed, a sonnet of love for him it seems.
Butterflies erupt, a nervous, colorful throng,
Tonight’s the night, my grand confession, a love song.

Standing before him, the words take sudden flight,
My carefully crafted speech lost in love’s warm night.
His face, a masterpiece, a sight to behold,
My voice fails me utterly, caught in a love-struck mold.

Shivering hands hide the present I brought with such glee,
“Uh… your shoelace is untied,” blurts the fool in me.
He laughs, a melody that chases worries away,
Ruffles my hair, a smile that melts the anxieties of the day.

The world stops, heart hammering a frantic tattoo,
As he walks away, leaving a warmth that sees me through.
Back in my room, a muffled scream escapes with a shove,
Into the pillow’s embrace, a tangled mess of love.

This time, silence won’t do, pen a furious decree,
A blank page blossoms with hearts, for him to clearly see.
Glitter and doodles, arrows piercing through and through,
A confession whispered on paper, bathed in moonlight’s gentle hue.

Sleep eludes, replaced by a churning, nervous tide,
Doubt whispers insecurities, the friendship I can’t hide.
But his voice cuts through the storm, a simple “Hey there,”
And every fear dissipates, replaced by a love laid bare.

A deep breath, a shaky inhale, the truth finally takes hold,
“I love you,” a whisper that makes the story unfold.
His smile, a sunrise, chasing away the night’s despair,
“I’ve been waiting to hear you say that,” he whispers with care.

-Vedha Singh