Us

The Feelings come with ease,

but I press my lips together tight.

The Feelings conflict and are

cold,

happy,

worried,

and possess my thoughts come night.

The decision is mine, I know you would

never dare.

I imagine my fingers running deep,

through your hair.

It’s painful for us both.

Your eyes gleaming, seeming

hopeful and rare.

I am afraid to be bold and confess that

perhaps this is not whats meant

for us,

but I must,

I must.

 

 

 

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