me, you

My hands are shaking,
As I try to form the words.
The ground is quaking
As I try to dodge the swords.
It is difficult to say,
Oh how I wish to say,

But my heart is breaking
And I haven't even tried.
My body is aching
And oh, how I've cried.
It is hard not to say,
Oh how I wish to say,

But I know you could never truly be mine.

Your hands are small,
As you strum the chords.
The ground is calm
As you lower my wards.
It is easy to say,
Oh how I wish to say,

But your heart is hidden
And I know not of your truth.
Your body is forbidden
Like the unholy fruit.
It is wrong to say,
Oh how I wish to say,

The words that have already half-left my lips.

This poem is about: 
Me

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