Whimsical Writer’s Block

I think I’m in like with liking you.
So much so that even my world of rhyme,
Though I always believed it to be limitless,
Falls short of your silent perfection.
The metal in me is magnetized,
Drawn to your every detail.
I don’t want to blow this.
Your words are too precious to my barely conscience mind.
Moving might shift you past me
And standing still might bore you away.
I am too scared to believe that you are real
And yet the fear of causing you pain is real enough.
Whisper to my heart and clutch my trust tight
You will be my undoing or my foundation stone to grandeur.

Tabitha Castillo