Stuck
Stuck! Somewhere between wanting to kiss you
and wanting to pretend that I don’t
See you staring at me from across the gym.
Either way I’m stuck
where I don’t want to be...
Where I don’t want to feel…
Stuck with sleepless nights.
I must have texted you over a half a dozen times.
Each message filled with pleads,
Telling you how I’m the one, how I’d love you
Better than her… better than anyone else could ever.
As quickly as I write those words
I, with ease, delete them all.
As if what I feel or what I have to say
Would matter to you at all…
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