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…