There once was a time
I had a head and a heart
But no mind
No line
That was drawn
To protect me
From love.
From fear.
Consumed,
I wait in the grainy Fog.
It settles on my nose
Eyelashes,
Ears.
The fear is silent
Yet so loud
I cant help but scream
To overcome it.
Weary
Of this love
I want to shove it
Away
Now what do I say
To my dear friend,
My Love,
Who no longer sees me the same way?
Yet still wants to be close to me,
Pulls for me.
Calls to me.
Alas, all I see
Hear
Smell
is Fog.
Well
where is this
Hell
of a line now?
How
Do I tell
What I need.
Do I feed my heart or my mind
Do what I need, and draw this line?
Or what I want, and indulge?
The fog remains
As a stain.
The answer, I cannot find.
The all encompassing struggle between your head and your heart. To take time apart from the one you love so you can change the dynamic of viewing each other in a romantic way to a platonic way. Thus is life....
