Panic flourishing every ounce of my body,
Making my stable world crumble.
I resent that you have this power over me.
Yet you maintain a showing of no emotion.
One day you say you care, a week later, it feels like a 360 turn.
I beg that you calm my mind and make things right.
Make them real--me and you
That’s what it is. We know it. Deep down.
You’re just scared and it’s too soon.
But eventually-it must be. Mustn’t it?
I pray someday you’ll be mine.
Or at least that I’ll be happy.
I love you more than I’m willing to admit.
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