Confusion.

Confusion fills my mind lately. I’m cluttered with thoughts of uncertainty, but yet I’m certain about my feelings. I’m longing for answers of his heart. I’m not asking him to fork it over; I’m simply inquiring if maybe he could care. The hot & cold game was never a favorite of mine, so please pick a feeling and stick with it. Pretending is fun but not when hearts are involved. I’m not requesting to be loved or even liked; I’m requesting more of a knowledge of his intentions. I don’t demand nor expect to be the center of his world, I’m asking just to be a part of it. My trust comes easily, yet I’m speculative about his truths. I fully believe this is only because he has more of me then anyone knows. I don’t know anyone who enjoys getting hurt. For once I spoke my heart; it was neither rejected nor accepted, leaving me to ponder in this state of perplexity.