the confusion is burning over my skin, seeping towards the bone; the shell of the broken girl seen before you.
how have i become so mixed up with these strange feelings, those i thought i had figured out long ago.
you're a friend, a close friend.
nothing more, right?
since when did the line of love for a friend and that of romance blur?
it's driving me nuts, my mind continues to wonder; you.
i'm a mess, i try my hardest to protect you by keeping you at arm's length; but here you are, literally being held close.
you're enchanting, and that pisses me off; i no longer feel in control, hanging on every word, every smile.
i feel like a crazy person, i shouldn't be writing this...
although, all of it is the truth.
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Tangles of the Mind
PoésieAn array of poems and excerpts from a soul finding their journey through complications; searching for themself.