These conflicting feelings,
I despise them so,
Wondering if my love still reaches you,
Or if we share the same frustration,
Sitting here,
wishing you were near,
Your arms surrounding me,
Your wonderful voice resounding  in my ears,
But all I can do,
Is question whether you feel the same.
I despise wondering if my love is unrequited,
Or if you feel as you always have.
Perhaps it's the distance,
Leading me to misjudge your heart,
And yet I'm so afraid that you no longer feel the same.
I hate these conflicted feelings,
The longing for your love,
But afraid you no longer feel the same.