I'm scared to death, did I really say those words?
"I'm in love with you", am I being absurd?
Over a decade and I finally shoot my shot!
Is there really a chance, or am I dead on the spot?
What if she's interested? What if she says it back?
Could shooting my shot turn into shooting on her butt crack?
The cat's out of the bag, feeling fear and relief.
No more living with this pain and grief.
Will I finally have an answer; will she be mine?
Please don't keep me waiting, going to lose my mind!
My balls are in her court, I await her command.
Will we be making sweet love or will it be my hand?
The game has changed and it will never be the same.
Be it romance or no chance, things are about to get strange.
This concludes another Dark Phoenix Poem. Not gonna lie, this one tugs at your boy Phoenix’s heartstrings. It’s a big step I’ve taken. I stopped being a punk and leveled up my game—I put myself out there (figuratively speaking… though maybe for real, in time 😉).
I honestly don’t know how she’ll respond to my confessed love, but the truth is, I just need an answer—no matter how painful it might be. I need to open new doors or close them. I can’t bear to live in limbo when it comes to something like love.
I’m worried, though. See, I lost the Facebook account we used to be friends on. When I tried to add her from my new one, she had that feature turned off. So I had to message her first, hoping she’d add me. But here’s the scary part—she’s never responded.
Now I’m left wondering: does she even use Facebook anymore? And if she does, will she ever see my message in her “Message Requests” folder? Could my heartfelt confession just sit there for weeks… months… maybe years?
