Hesitation grows thick in my chest,
While thinking of you, which is what I do best.
Wallowing in what appears to be bliss,
I can’t stop reveling that wondrous kiss.
It appears to be happening all over again,
And it seems to have ceased before it truly began.
Although I would like to resist,
These feelings tend to persist.
Holding on to a love that is dead,
All of these emotions fill me with dread.
Wishing more than anything to hold your hand,
But that is just something I could not stand.
Wanting nothing more than to leave this place,
Fulfilling the thought of erasing your face,
For my mind is made up,
And that is the case.
I realize this is all a contradiction,
But it highlights my decomposition.
With or without you I would be a mess,
But my love for you I still profess.