As my head is screaming
your name over and over,
the weaker I become.
Some nights I dream of you,
and the small kisses on the cheek
fade from platonic to romantic.
Some nights I don’t sleep at all,
and my head is telling me a story
of what we could be,
but I know not to believe it.
Seeing you never fazed me,
but now everything you do
shuts me down.
The way you look at me,
knocks me down a flight of stairs.
Yet, I feel guilty for feeling
what I feel.
My mind forbids me
to say your name to another soul.
And I obey,
so I sit alone in silence
