first draft: i have nothing to say

fifteen minutes to go
the words are tumbling in my head
but not knowing what to say
my heart is a cliche -
overblown roses on st valentine's day

stood in front of you
almost in tears clinging to the chair
"i have nothing to say," i said,
"i am no one you know
why should you listen
to anything i say?
you wouldn't, anyway, so
i have nothing to say"

i wept instead, and
i am weeping still.