My heart
And soul
Are sure

But my brain
And my stomach
Tell me otherwise

I've fallen
Not bold enough
To believe it
And too afraid
To call it love

And yet
Somehow I know
Some part of me insists
That I should
Let myself feel
And let myself fall

No longer in hiding
No longer in pain
No longer hating
The way I am
Because he is there
Regardless

Fallen?
Yes.
Surely?
Yes.
Sensible?
Perhaps not

But to hell
With sensibility
Why bother
When you've
Fallen?