But it's no secret |
What’s going on So many ask - so many - from whom I never excluded myself once I don’t know - I’ll never tell How you read me your precious stories late at night How I like your voice, your smell or maybe just your presence How you tell me you get all warm and fuzzy when we cuddle How I to you seem adorable - at times - I feel the same about you How I fail to resist to gaze deep into your eyes and see the boy I love. The one who broke down when nobody was watching The scars I am not allowed to caress - not even if the touch would heal The boy who sometimes begs me to just understand While tensing up for reasons - I hope - will die a premature death I never tell that I pushed and pulled And pushed you away to soothe internal warfare over our intimacy That you comfort me overnight when determined - you talk away a frown which will probably leave as soon as you do And that you still manage to indulge in feelings you can't reciprocate - it hurts We kissed never lips nor tongues We slept together without awaking in the lingering scent of regret the morning after And we fell never hard enough to feel hung-over from commitment So many ask and so many walk away - why don't I I keep telling them - what you want me to Nothing. |