It's even worse that it's mutual
That we both know we want to talk
That the nervousness comes from approaching
That the short, seemingly meaningless exchanges
hold deep-seated raging feelings
of longing, wanting, contentment, and... love.
I hate that each time I look at you, I get found out.
That my shaky voice and fleeting glances hold a sign
That even my silences and occasional avoidance tell the truth
That you also feel it and show it too.
How long can we keep this little secret up?
We both know our hearts have been revealed
That we are staring into each other's eyes
Just before we decide to cross the line.
I'm not even waiting for you to ask me.
And I'm not exactly too excited for you to.
But it's just a struggle being around you (and not)
There are far too many words left unspoken.
The distance hold a clarity that we like each other
But the distance makes it impossible to show it.
To close it in or keep it is the biggest question
Where do we go in spite of this confusion?
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