Mind Splits In Two As I Dream Of You (Age 16)

More thoughts on whether or not I should tell someone I like them when they're a friend.

Should I just say it, relay it, or will that cause me to mislay it?
I pray that you don't stare at me as if I'm mad, as if I'm so crazy,
Please don't avoid my eyes, please don't be uncomortable with
Me, please see me for what I am and love me because I'm free
Of prejudice and pretentiousness, of posing like a fake. Just take
Me and I'll love you, I'll be so good to you, and you'll never be alone.
Carefully consider this, but if you love me or desert me, for my sake
Don't feel sorry for me, my heart may ache but I'm not exactly sewn
To you like a siamese lover. Every day I watched you sit in class,
And dreamed. You've become an obsession, just not a posession,
And although every day I feel I should let the faucet run dry and surpass
The fear that I'm inadequate, that I'll never measure up to your perfection,
I can't turn the tap and allow the water to flow. I fear that it is stuck,
That the words will never come, mouth opening, mouth shutting.
Why can I not just tell her, this blue-eyed dream lover? Just my luck.
Could we just be friends, would it be better that way? But quitting
Would mean only that the cobra quick injection of fear has won,
This rampaging poison of the mind, shattering my hollow confidence.
I once had this vision of you, your personality, so happy and fun,
But if I ask you to be with me, will you knock me down with arrogance?
No, that's not how you are. From the second that I saw your eyes,
And all the inner beauty they hide, I was in your grasp from even then.
I fear that you won't give me a chance, that you'll believe the lies,
That you won't give me a chance, that you'll follow the popular trend.