Should i tell her

i want to tell her how i feel
of all the things bottled up inside me
waiting to burst like a cork on New Years eve
that i care
i want a chance to be the guy beside her
i know i would try my best but id fall short
becasue i am not perfect adn tahts what she deserves.
im a cliche 90s tv show,
shes the girl dancing in the moon light

i end in 30 mins
she lasts the night

oh how the thought of my hand cusping her hand is like the knife made of glass, delicate but as sharp as death wanted

i dont want to hold her back, shes been cut deep and ripped apart. i can try to help but only if she will let me, my only comfort would come in beating that guy's face in but thats never a solution
oh how one day i wish it could be

i wish, upon this night
for her