I know I am not in love with her.
But sometimes I feel compelled to say the latter.
Sometimes I feel pressure to choose,
when I ultimatly know for certain
how I feel and how she feels
its just the needy thing inside me
this heart that wants
and mind that lies for it to get
for it to be falsely satisfied
but why
why mess around with such a thing
why make me so so so obsessed with her?
not dangerously so
yet still
still
I need to talk to her
I must
I need to hear her voice
to calm me down
romance does not need to play the part
romance does not need to paint our story
i crave it and seek it in the wrong places
i wonder how long
how much longer
will I be able to hold back
love me
love me precious fox.