It's Not You, It's Me... (a re-working of You Are)

it's not you
it's me

I am so close to being free
so caught up in the heady scent of that freedom, that I cannot handle a "together"
I am not prepared
I see the signs and I am not ready to go there
I have the talent to create a beautiful love
But not the discipline
And I have too much pride
to let you in
I am not ready to give in
To be an "us"
a "we"
I still have so much figuring out of "me" to do
I never planned to luck upon finding you

so maybe it is not me
It's you

You are that poem that I always meant to write
my sudden inspiration too intrinsic, too complex, too deeply felt for me to express
You are that picture I always meant to take
the button my finger is hovering over to capture the moment i’m too busy living to press
You are the song that I always meant to sing
beautiful melody haunting my every thought so completely, just the thought of recreating it steals my breath away
You are the words that I always meant to release
wishing the problem was the lack of the right time or place but the only thing I can truly say is that I am not ready for the change that they bring

You possess within you the potential to be one of those life changing great loves
That everyone speaks so highly and fearfully of

It would be selfish of me
to ask you to wait
until I'm ready to build my courage up
to put myself in a position to fearlessly accept your love