It gets harder every time I see you.
It's not  unbearable like a burn,just uncomfortable like a sting.
I can hold it together on the outside, my ****** expressions set in stone.
But on the inside, oh god.
It's like a maze of thoughts and hopes.

Ones like; maybe I could join you in the shower your taking
Or, even steal a kiss goodnight just to feel your lips again.
I can deal with uncomfortable, but not unbearable.
So, when it gets harder for me to be around you,
Show a little kindness.

My spaghetti thoughts and hopes full of holes,
Are mine alone to dream about.
Not yours to shoot down and swallow whole.