I am thinking of you,
the sincerity of your thoughts,
how you deal with emotions,
you do not know any better than running away,
in circles of isolation,
and when I restrained myself from running to you
and gave you time and space,
you thought I gave up on you.
"Did you really think I would give up on you?
I was the one who thought you gave up on me."
"No, why would you ever think so,
if nothing had happened, if there had been no clue
of me leaving?"
We keep each other hanging,
as this rising discomfort
tightens around our neck.
We keep questioning ourselves
and others that we love
and us.
"Don't give up on me," you said.
How could I?
Do you really think I know how?
We are just two helpless creatures
facing each other
in the midst of our craving for affection.
So much to give, so hesitant to receive.
What are we going to do now?
If we are so alike, is it wise
for us to, maybe,
you know,
fall in love?