Have I Told You Yet?

Have I told you yet?
Why I feel like this?
Why it hurts me to do anything?
Why it bothers me so to think of you?

Have I told you yet?
That I am not okay with this feeling?
That I cannot stand the fact that I am ignored?
That hurts to think this way?

Have I told you yet?
When I feel okay?
When I feel like my world will crash in on itself?
When my body is so cold it's numb?

Have I told you yet?
How I come up with my words?
How I can put these things into a picture?
How I capture a heart without meaning to?

Have I told you yet?
Where I will be waiting?
Where I hide my heart?
Where I keep my secrets?

Have I told you yet?
Who I am waiting for?
I'm waiting for you...
Who I am hoping to find me?
I want you to...
Who I want to take away my fears?
I wish that person to be you...

Have I told you yet?
What I am looking for?
What I think of?
What I want?

Have I told you yet?
Have I told you yet?

These are the things I ask myself.
These are the things I tell myself to do.
These are the few things I have to offer.
Have I told you yet?

Have I?
Have I told you?
Will I tell you?

The when and where cannot be stated.
The who and why cannot be either.
But the feelings shall be true.
I promise that.

So have I told you yet?
Have I told you?