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I'm Scared To Tell You This...: Please Don't Judge Me | Fazza new English poem is | fazza king dubaiAdded:
Baby, I need you to listen to me very carefully right now because what I'm about to say is something I've never told anyone before. My hands are literally shaking as I start speaking and my heart feels like it's beating too fast, almost like it's trying to escape my chest. I don't know why I'm this nervous, but maybe it's because you're the only one who makes me feel this way.
You're the only one whose opinion actually matters to me and that's why I'm scared.
I'm scared that when you hear this, you might judge me or pull away or look at me differently. But I trust you enough to take this risk. I trust your heart more than I trust my own fears. There's something I've been holding inside for a long time, something I keep pushing down, pretending it's nothing. But every time I see you, every time I hear your voice in my thoughts, every time I imagine you listening to me like you are right now. That secret starts rising again. It's like my heart refuses to hide it anymore. It's like it keeps whispering, "Tell her. Tell her before it becomes too heavy to carry." And maybe tonight is the night I finally listen to that voice. I need you to understand something before I continue.
I'm not saying this to impress you. I'm not saying this to sound dramatic or romantic. I'm saying this because it's the truth that keeps me awake at night.
It's the truth that follows me everywhere, even when I don't want it to. And I'm tired of locking it inside like it's some kind of crime. I want you to know the real me. The me that hides behind the words. The me that pretends everything is fine. I want you to know the part I never show anyone else. And the truth is, you scare me. Not in a bad way. Not like something dangerous. You scare me because of how deeply you affect me. You scare me because I don't understand how someone I've never touched can make me feel like I've known them my whole life. You scare me because I can't explain why I think about you at random times. While I'm working, while I'm eating, while I'm trying to sleep.
You appear in my mind like you belong there. You slip into my thoughts so softly, like a breath of warm air. And suddenly everything inside me changes.
Sometimes I sit alone and whisper to myself, "Why her? Why does she make my heart feel this way?" And no matter how many times I ask, I never find the answer. Maybe there is no answer. Maybe you're just the one person whose presence came into my life without asking and stayed. Maybe you're the one person my heart recognizes even when my mind is confused. And the thing I'm afraid to tell you, the thing I've been hiding, is that I'm falling for you more deeply than I ever wanted to. I didn't plan this. I didn't want this to happen because I knew it would make everything inside me complicated. But it happened anyway. It happened slowly, softly, silently. It happened on days when I wasn't even thinking about love. It happened in moments I didn't even notice at first. But now it's everywhere. It's in my voice when I speak to you. It's in my silence when I miss you.
It's in my chest when I imagine you smiling. And the scary part, I don't know if you feel even a small part of what I'm feeling. I don't know if your heart skips a beat when you think of me.
I don't know if you feel that soft warmth when I speak to you. I don't know if you have moments when your mind drifts toward me when you're busy doing something else. I don't know and not knowing hurts a little. It makes my voice shake right now. It makes me hesitate before every word I say, but I need to tell you anyway because hiding this is becoming too heavy. I'm afraid. I'm afraid of losing you before I even get the chance to truly have you. I'm afraid that one day you'll stop listening. I'm afraid that one day you'll forget me. I'm afraid that this connection I feel so deeply is only happening inside my chest. And yet, the more afraid I become, the more I want to hold you close. The more I want to tell you everything. The more I want to whisper in your ear.
Please don't go anywhere. Please stay with me a little longer.
Baby, I don't think you understand how much of me you already have. You think you're just listening. You think you're just watching, but you don't know how your presence has changed my days. You don't know how you've become the soft place my mind goes to when everything feels too hard. You don't know how many times I've replayed your smile in my thoughts.
>> [snorts] >> You don't know how many nights I fall asleep thinking about what it would feel like if you were lying next to me. There are moments when I imagine your voice saying my name in the softest way.
Moments when I imagine your hand holding mine. Moments when I imagine you leaning your head on my shoulder like you trust me with something fragile. Moments that feel so real that sometimes I open my eyes expecting to see you there. And every time I imagine these things something inside me becomes warm and scared at the same time. Warm because it feels beautiful. Scared because it feels impossible. But then I remind myself, you're here listening to me right now.
You're here giving me your time, your attention, your heart in ways you probably don't even realize. And that's why I'm scared to lose you.
That's why I'm scared to confess this.
That's why I'm scared to tell you the truth.
Because once I say it, I can't take it back. Once these words leave my heart, everything changes and I don't know what will happen next. I don't know how you'll feel. I don't know if you'll pull closer or pull away. But there's something stronger than my fear right now. The feeling that you deserve honesty. The feeling that you deserve to know exactly how deeply you've entered my world. The feeling that if I stay silent any longer, I'll regret it forever. So, here it is. The truth that keeps me awake. The truth I've been hiding behind jokes, behind smiles, behind silence. I think I'm falling in love with you. Not the kind of love that comes fast and disappears. Not the kind that's loud and messy. It's the soft kind, the quiet kind. The kind that grows slowly in the background until one day you realize it has taken over everything. The kind that feels like home even though you're still far away. The kind that scares me because it feels too real. And I'm not asking you to say it back. I'm not asking for anything. I just need you to know what's happening inside me. I just need you to understand why my voice shakes when I talk to you.
Why my heart beats differently when I think about you. Why I'm scared to lose you. Bailey, please don't judge me for feeling this much. Please don't judge me for loving you this quietly. Please don't walk away from me after hearing this because I don't think I could handle losing you now. And even after saying all this, I still feel like there's more I want to tell you. More I want to confess. More I want you to understand about the way my heart reacts to you. So, stay with me because I'm not done talking to you yet.
Baby, I don't know why, but after everything I told you earlier, my heart still feels heavy. Like there's so much more inside me that I haven't said yet. It's almost like the moment I confessed what I truly feel, something inside me opened and now all these emotions are pouring out and I can't stop them. I'm still scared, still nervous, still wondering how you're feeling right now, but I can't hold back anymore. I've already taken the first step and now my heart refuses to go silent again. You have no idea how many times I wanted to tell you all this before. I would sit alone and whisper your name under my breath trying to convince myself that it was just a passing feeling, that I would forget you soon, that this connection would fade.
But instead of fading, it kept growing day by day, moment by moment in ways I couldn't control. And maybe I never wanted to control it.
Maybe a part of me liked the way [snorts] you were secretly becoming important to me. Maybe a part of me wanted you to become the one person I couldn't forget. And the strange thing is, I don't even know how it started.
Maybe it was the way you listen even when I feel like I don't deserve to be heard. Maybe it was the softness I feel when I imagine your smile. Maybe it's just the way you make me feel seen even without saying anything back, whatever it is, it changed me. It made me feel things I wasn't ready to feel.
It made me think about you when I should have been focusing on other things. It made me imagine a future where your hand is in mine. It made me wonder what your heartbeat would sound like if I held you close enough. You know what scares me the most? The idea that maybe you don't think about me the same way. The idea that maybe you see me as just a voice, just a presence, just someone you listen to for a moment and then forget later.
And that fear, that fear eats me alive because I don't want to be forgettable to you.
I don't want to be temporary in your life. I don't want to be someone you remember only when you're bored or lonely. I want to matter to you. I want my words to mean something to you. I want you to feel something when you hear my voice. I want your heart to react, even a little, even softly, the way mine reacts to you.
But how can I ask that from you? How can I expect that from you when I can barely understand what's happening inside my own heart? Sometimes I feel like I'm standing at the edge of something beautiful and terrifying at the same time. And all I want is for you to stand there with me. Not to jump, not to run, just stand. Just stay. Just let the moment exist. Baby, when I said I'm falling in love with you, I meant it.
But the truth goes deeper than that.
It's not just love. It's something else, too. Something I don't know how to name.
It's the way you make me feel soft and weak at the same time. It's the way my chest tightens when I imagine you being hurt. It's the way my stomach flips when I imagine you calling someone else baby.
It's the way I get jealous of things I shouldn't even be jealous of. Your time, your attention, your silence. Yes, I get jealous of your silence because sometimes I imagine you listening with a calm heart and sometimes I imagine you listening with someone else's voice on your mind and that thought breaks something inside me. I don't have the right to feel that way, but feelings don't ask for permission. They just happen and what happened inside me because of you it's something I've never felt before. I never thought I would be the kind of person who talks about love like this. I always thought I was strong, controlled, focused, but the truth is when it comes to you, all of that disappears. I become soft. I become honest. I become vulnerable. And maybe that's why I'm scared because I've never let anyone see this side of me. I've never let anyone come close enough to touch the parts of me that I hide from the world, but you you slipped in without asking. You walked into my heart so gently that I didn't even notice until you were already everywhere. Your name became a feeling. Your presence became a comfort.
Your voice, your imagined voice became something I crave without understanding why. And baby, sometimes I ask myself, what if you're hearing all this with a calm face not realizing what you're doing to me. What if you don't understand how serious this is for me.
What if you don't know how deeply I'm drowning in this emotion. And every time those thoughts hit me, I feel this ache like a soft wound inside my chest. But even with that fear, even with that ache, I still want to tell you more. I still want to let my heart speak because hiding these feelings from you feels worse than any fear I have. Sometimes at night, I imagine you lying next to me, not touching. Just close enough for me to feel your warmth. Close enough for me to whisper things I would never say to anyone else. I imagine your breathing slowing down as you relax beside me. I imagine your fingers slightly brushing mine, not fully holding, just softly connecting. And that tiny touch, that small moment, feels like something I could live in forever. I imagine telling you everything.
My fears, my dreams, my mistakes, my secrets. And I imagine you listening the way you listen to me now, with your heart open, with your soul soft. And that thought alone makes me feel alive in a way I can't explain. Sometimes I imagine waking up and seeing your face before anything else. I imagine brushing a strand of hair away from your eyes. I imagine saying good morning in a voice I've never used with anyone else before.
A soft morning voice, warm and tired, just for you. Baby, the truth is you've become a part of me without even trying. You've become someone I look for in everything.
Someone I feel without touching. Someone I care about without even knowing why.
And I know you didn't ask for this. I know you didn't tell me to feel anything. But, feelings have a mind of their own.
And mine chose you. Every time, without hesitation. I don't know what you're feeling right now. I don't know if your heart is beating faster or if you're just listening with a soft smile. I don't know if you're blushing, or breathing slowly, or holding your breath. But, whatever you're feeling, I hope you stay with me.
I hope you don't walk away. I hope you let me keep talking to you like this.
Because the more I talk to you, the more I feel connected to you. The more I say your name in my mind, the more my heart feels alive. The more I imagine your eyes, the more I feel like I'm falling deeper. And baby, I'm still not done.
There's still so much inside me. So, stay. Don't go anywhere. Because my heart has a lot more to say to you, and it's finally learning how to speak.
Baby, the moment I start talking to you, something strange happens inside me.
It's like the world around me becomes quiet. And suddenly, it's just you and me. As if your presence fills all the empty spaces inside me without even trying. And I can still feel that same softness spreading through me. I don't know how you do this to me, but every time I imagine you listening, my whole body relaxes. Like you're the only person I trust with this side of me.
Sometimes I wonder if you even understand the effect you have on me. I wonder if you realize how deeply your silent presence touches me. Because even when you don't say a single word, I still feel you. I feel your attention.
I feel your heartbeat somewhere in the background of my thoughts. I feel this invisible pull, like you're calling me without speaking. And baby, I don't know how to resist that. I don't think I even want to resist it. You know what hurts the most? The fact that I keep pretending I'm okay.
Even when I'm not, I keep acting strong, but inside I'm just a man who is slowly losing control of himself every time he thinks of you. And I'm scared, baby. I really am, because it's not just simple attraction anymore. It's not just curiosity. It's something deep, emotional, personal. Something I never planned to feel. I never imagined that someone like you would make such a heavy place inside my heart. I never imagined I would think about your feelings more than my own. I never imagined I would care this much. And sometimes, baby, that caring becomes painful in ways I can't explain. Because when you care deeply for someone, your heart becomes fragile. It becomes soft. It becomes vulnerable. And right now, every part of me feels exposed in front of you. And maybe that's why I'm talking so openly.
Because being vulnerable with you feels safer than being strong with anyone else. When I'm soft with you, it feels right. When I confess something to you, it feels natural. And when I tell you how much you mean to me, it feels like I'm finally breathing the way my heart wants to breathe. Baby, sometimes I lie awake at night with my phone in my hand thinking about how you might be doing at that exact moment. I imagine you lying in bed, maybe with your hair falling softly across your pillow, maybe scrolling, maybe thinking about something random, maybe thinking about me. I don't know. But the idea of you being somewhere in the world at the same time as me, it makes me feel warm in a way I can't describe. I imagine you feeling sleepy, your eyes getting heavy, your breathing slowing down. And I imagine whispering your name softly like a prayer. I imagine telling you that you can rest now, that you don't have to worry about anything for a moment, that I'm here for you even when you don't hear me. And the thought of that, the thought of comforting you even in silence, it makes something inside me melt. But then the fear comes again. The fear that maybe all these feelings are just mine. The fear that maybe you're listening with a calm heart. The fear that maybe everything I feel is one-sided. And baby, that fear never leaves me. It stays with me like a shadow.
Following me everywhere. Sometimes I wonder if you know how much I crave the smallest reaction from you. A smile, a pause, a blush, anything. Something that tells me you feel even a little bit of what I'm feeling right now. But I don't ask you for anything.
I don't want to push you. I don't want to make you uncomfortable. I don't want to pressure you into feeling something you're not ready to feel. I just want to stay close to you.
I just want to talk to you. I just want to let my heart breathe in your presence. Baby, there are moments when I want to tell you everything. I want to tell you how deeply I think about you. I want to tell you how often I imagine holding your hand. I want to tell you how many times I replay your presence in my mind like a soft memory. I want to tell you how your existence alone feels like a blessing I never asked for but somehow received. But then I stop myself. Because I'm scared of overwhelming you. I'm scared of saying too much too fast. I'm scared of showing you how intense this emotion actually is. And maybe that's why I confess slowly, piece by piece, letting my heart speak only what it's strong enough to reveal. But today, today my heart wants to reveal a little more. Baby, sometimes I imagine what it would feel like if you were here with me right now.
Not in a romantic way, not in a physical way, just your presence, just you sitting beside me, maybe with your head resting on my shoulder, maybe with your hand near mine, not even touching, just existing close. And that closeness alone feels like something powerful, something peaceful, something that could heal all the tired parts of me. Sometimes I imagine talking to you late at night in a soft voice, the kind of voice people use when they're half asleep and honest without trying. I imagine telling you things I've never told anyone, the kind of truths that live deep in the heart, where wounds and dreams hide together.
And I imagine you listening, not judging, not pulling away, just being there. And that thought alone makes me feel lighter. Baby, do you know how rare it is for someone to make me feel calm? My mind is always busy, always running, always thinking.
But when I talk to you, everything slows down. My thoughts settle. My heart softens. My breathing becomes deeper.
And it feels like you're the one steady place I can rest my emotions without fear. But with that calmness comes another feeling, a longing I can't explain, a longing to know you more, a longing to hear your heart, a longing to understand your silence. Because your silence speaks to me in a language I never understood before. It tells me you're listening. It tells me you're here. It tells me you're giving me space inside your attention, inside your time, inside your world. And baby, that space feels like home. I wish I could tell you that I'm strong enough to hold all these feelings inside, but I'm not. I'm weak when it comes to you. I'm emotional when it comes to you. I'm honest when it comes to you. And maybe that's the most real thing about all of this. I'm not playing, I'm not acting, I'm not pretending. Every word I'm saying comes straight from a place inside me that only you have access to. And baby, there's something else, something I haven't said yet, something that has been sitting in my chest for a long time waiting for the right moment.
I'm scared of losing you before I ever get the chance to know you fully. I'm scared of you slipping away quietly. I'm scared of you getting bored of me. I'm scared of you finding someone else to listen to. I'm scared of being replaced in your attention. And I know maybe I shouldn't feel this way. Maybe I'm overthinking. Maybe I'm too emotional.
But this is what happens when you care too much about someone who doesn't even know the chaos they create inside you.
But even with all that fear, even with all that uncertainty, there's one thing I know for sure. I don't want this connection to end. I don't want this moment to fade. I don't want your presence to become a memory. Baby, I want you to stay. I want you to keep listening. I want you to keep feeling me because this story isn't done. My heart isn't done. I'm not done. And there's still so much inside me that I want to share with you. So much that my voice is still holding back. Baby, stay close because the next thing I want to tell you, it's even deeper than everything I've said so far. I don't know why, but tonight I feel like I'm holding something inside me that's too heavy to hide anymore. And while I'm speaking to you right now, I can feel that same strange mix of fear and peace at the same time. I'm scared because the words coming in my heart are too honest, too raw, too vulnerable. But I'm peaceful because I'm saying them to you. I trust you more than I should, and maybe that's the part that scares me the most. Every time I breathe, I feel like your presence fills my chest, and I keep asking myself if it's safe to let you this close. But then I look at how your silence comforts me, how your imagination hears me even when I whisper, and I tell myself that maybe it's okay to let you in just a little deeper tonight. But before I tell you everything, I want you to feel something. I want you to know that I'm not trying to impress you. I'm not trying to act strong, and I'm not trying to be perfect. Right now, I just want to be real with you. I want to speak like a man who stopped pretending. A man who wants someone to understand him without filters, without masks, without fear. And you, you're the only person I feel like saying this to.
It's strange, right? How someone can come out of nowhere and suddenly become the safest place we know. You did that to me without even trying. And that's why I'm losing control of my feelings tonight. I keep thinking about how you would react if you saw the real side of me, the side I don't show anyone, the side that fears things too deeply, the side that overthinks everything, the side that breaks quietly when no one is looking. I wonder if you would still want to stay close. I wonder if you would still listen the way you're listening now. I wonder if you would still give me that soft space in your attention. The one place where I don't feel judged. And every time I imagine your answer, I feel the strange warmth inside me. The warmth that tells me you wouldn't run away. You would stay. You would listen. You would understand.
And maybe maybe you would hold my truth gently instead of dropping it. There's something about the way you exist that makes everything inside me softer. Even my fears look smaller when I think of you. But at the same time, the fear of losing you grows bigger every time I get closer. It's like you're the ocean calm and beautiful. And I keep walking toward you even though I don't know how to swim. I know I should step back. I know I should protect myself. I know I shouldn't let my heart move like this.
But I can't because somewhere inside me, I feel like if I ever learn how to breathe properly, it would only be because of you. You know what hurts the most? The fact that I've been holding this truth in my chest for so long.
Pretending I'm fine. Pretending I don't feel anything. Pretending I'm okay being distant. But I'm not okay.
I haven't been okay for a while. Every time I talk to you, something softens in me. But every time the conversation ends, something inside me tightens again. It's like my heart >> [music] >> only relaxes when you're here. And I hate that I depend on you like that. But at the same time, [music] I love it. I love the way you can change my whole mood with [music] one small moment. I love the way your presence feels like a gentle hand on my shoulder.
I love the way you unknowingly give comfort without even trying.
>> [music] >> I keep wondering if you ever feel anything similar. If you ever think about me when your day gets quiet.
[music] If your breath ever changes when you hear my voice. If your heart ever pauses for a second [music] when you imagine me saying your name in the dark.
I'm scared to ask, but I'm even more scared [music] to never know. Because there are some questions that don't leave us alone until we speak them out loud.
>> [music] >> And this, this is one of them. I want to know if you feel even a little bit of what I feel. I want to know if there's any part of your heart that leans toward me. Even if you're scared. Even if you're confused. Even if you're unsure.
I feel like you don't understand how deeply you affect me. [music] You think it's just words, just conversations, just moments, [music] but it's not. It's much more than that.
You became a quiet part of my everyday [music] life. You became a presence I search for without realizing. You became a hope >> [music] >> I didn't know I needed. You became a feeling I can't describe properly [music] because every time I try, my emotions get bigger than my vocabulary.
And that's how I know this is real [music] because my heart reacts faster than my mind can explain. Sometimes I imagine you sitting somewhere listening to me with that patient softness [music] you have. And I wonder if you realize how precious that makes you.
>> [music] >> Do you know what it means when someone listens without interrupting? It means safety. It means belonging. It means being seen. And you make me feel all of that without even knowing. I I know how you do it, but [snorts] I can't imagine replacing you with anyone else. You fit too perfectly in the spaces of my silence. And now now I feel like I'm standing on the edge of a truth. I can't hold back anymore.
I'm scared to say it, but I'm even more scared to hide it. I trust you with things I've never trusted anyone with. I tell you feelings I've never said out loud before. I think of you in moments when people don't usually think of strangers. But that's the part that shocks me.
You don't feel like a stranger. You feel like someone who has always been connected to me. Someone who walked in quietly, but stayed loudly in my heart.
Maybe the truth is that I'm falling for you in a way I didn't expect. Not loudly, not dramatically, just slowly, softly, deeply, and secretly. And maybe the real confession is this.
I'm scared because you're starting to mean too much to me. I try to control it, but every day I lose a little more grip. Every day I feel a little more attached. Every day I get a little more afraid of losing you. And every day I pray silently that you don't disappear.
Because if you ever walked away, something inside me would feel empty in a way I wouldn't be able to hide. I don't want to push you, and I don't want to rush you. I just want to be honest enough that you understand what your presence does to me. You make me feel safe in a world that hasn't been gentle with me in a long time. You make me feel wanted without even touching me. You make me feel important without even saying much. You make me feel seen in a way that terrifies me because I've never been seen like this before. And now I'm wondering, do you feel even a small piece of this connection, too? Do you sense the pull between us? Do you also feel like something invisible ties our emotions together? Because sometimes when I speak, it feels like your heart is listening, not your ears. If that's true, if even 1% of what I just said touches you, then maybe we're not imagining this connection.
Maybe it's real. Maybe it's something we can't run from anymore. And even though I haven't said everything yet, even [snorts] though I still have more to confess, I want you to know this one thing. I'm not afraid of you. I'm only afraid of losing you. And that fear, that fear is the reason I'm not done talking to you yet.
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>> [music and singing] >> I don't even know what I'm saying.
I [music] don't even know.
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>> [music] >> I don't even know what I'm saying.
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>> [singing] >> I don't even know what I'm saying.
>> [music] >> I don't even know what I'm saying.
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>> [singing and music] >> I don't even know what I'm saying.
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>> [music] >> I don't even know what I'm saying.
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>> [music and singing] >> I don't even know what I'm saying.
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