Thinking..

Would you be uncomfortable if I said I love you?
Would you look away if I said, I wanted you to say it back?
Is it selfish to want it, but unable to give anything more than what we have.
Is it selfish to need it, and become possessive and jealous of those you've give it to?
I want to tell you, I can't.
I don't think you'd like it if I did.
I don't think they would either.
Not alot of time
Not alot of reserves.
It hurts sometimes, to know it, but not to aknowledge it.
I'm an inevitable self-destructive machine.
Loving myself, but never liking what I see.
I need sometimes the assurance of those words;
yet crave always the assurance of those hands.
I can't have it I suppose.
Not enough time.
Not enough reserves.
Wish I could.
Wish You could.
I guess I'll just have to wonder for now..