Coming clean

Please forgive me for not telling
I was scared to start your yelling
or to have you sit so still
with that look that can kill;
that would stop my beating heart;
that would make the changes start.

I'm sorry for not trusting
but my heart started rusting
and the door that locked
stayed tight and blocked
by all the things inside
that would help me hide.

it wasn't that i didn't love you
but that i couldn't break through
the clouds that hid my sense
and always kept me tense
ready to run away
if I ever began to sway.

so I just want to say
that now i can stay
standing in this place
ready for anything i have to face
to keep you close to me
so my feelings may flow free