Keeping my distance

I know I should keep my distance
but how can I?
I can’t read your thoughts
and my stomach’s in knots
when I fight to know what’s inside.

Maybe I can say,
“I like you…”
God, I really like you.
“It’s true…”
No matter what you do.

Why am I so afraid?
Is it love?
It can’t be love.
I’m not that lucky enough
to consider it love.
Perhaps…it is.

I know I should keep my distance
but how can I?
The silence is so loud it’s like a dream
with you, right there in front of me.
How can I cross that boundary and ask,
“Can you be mine?”

17 Comments

  1. So well written… Ugh. Love, or infatuation rather, is a terrible thing, haha. And it’s hard to know which is which. I feel like guys have it worse. (But even still? these days? IDK. I’m too long out of the race. ;)) Anyways… this poetry rocks, and any gal would be lucky to be its subject. :)) 💛

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