#fuck i’m sorry for being so indecisive

ACT IV: SPEAK

tiptoeing down the corridor

asking for a sign that his love was real

and as the moonlight floods the room

from the open window,

he thinks he can see the almost-love

that had escaped him a million times.

and when the sun rises again

he’ll be haunted by his mistakes of speaking with his mouth closed

in a quiet room

and mumbling the words

“I love you”

over the audience’s applause.