tiptoes

I'm not the type of girl to look back in sadness, silence.  Regrets over words unspoken and thoughts thrown to the wind.  I'm trying so hard to make these moments count, to be precise and accurate in how I portray these things I've been feeling for oh so long.  I'd much prefer to lose sleep over an attempt gone awry then never trying at all.  If I keep pretending nothing's happening, well that's exactly what will come of it if reason follows logic.  There's too much left unsaid to assume you'll understand, but I'd much rather handle the repercussions than sit in silence another minute.  If I forget to breathe, it's because I'm with you.  If I make a move, will you reciprocate?  I'm not good with things like this, but to be uncomfortable for the moment much surpasses replaying a past that never was until I come to term with it.  So if you'll let me, I'd like to do what I do best: love and do something crazy.