The Feelings come with ease,
but I press my lips together tight.
The Feelings conflict and are
and possess my thoughts come night.
The decision is mine, I know you would
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
but I must,