Sometimes, Often

Sometimes I wonder if love gets in the way
Often I wonder this
More precisely, I wonder if confessing of love gets in the way
We had something wonderful
Sure, it wasn't as deep and connected as two lovers
But it was deep and it was blooming
Wasn't it?

We had something wonderful, and for some reason I messed it up
When on that day I confessed my love for you, strangely, this was after I just heard you could not give it!

I sometimes laugh inside at my own idiocy

I often think of myself as selfish

I love you was a selfish confession   

--but of self-less devotion
- but still a selfish act

Wishing I had not said it is also a selfish act

But hiding love can be hazardous for both people involved
But so can ill-timed confessions

I'm sorry I messed up a friendship
I'm sorry I put us both in that stuck place

I'm sorry