I want to look into those eyes and say: I know your pain, I know it well

I wasn’t sure what to tell you, and, more importantly, when and how to tell you

You think I'm a picky older single, but I'm just trying to stay sane

You always told me I’m an amazing person. Recently, though, I’ve been doubting it

Where do your doubts and fears of saying the wrong thing leave me?

Often, at the end of a long, hard day, I’m honestly sick and tired of listening