Surviving Heartbreak

Stuck In The Middle

I don't get what we are,
though I know the truth between us—
I can see it, feel it,
the love we share, unspoken,
woven in the moments we touch.

Once strangers, then friends,
we crossed that line of closeness,
sleeping together, kissing,
almost lovers—
a word that feels too vague,
too tentative for what we have.

My mind says I need to let you go,
but my heart whispers to hold on,
to wait, to trust that you're the one.
Timing says maybe,
your actions scream absolutely not,
but those brown-golden eyes of yours
say yes, yes, yes—just not now.

You're like a road I can't cross,
each step forward met with traffic,
cars rushing in from all sides,
and I stand back, waiting,
for the moment when they finally stop.

As I inch closer to the middle,
cars roar past me,
and I'm stuck in this limbo—
unable to move forward,
unable to go back,
lost in the space between yes and no.

I can't run from you,
nor can I run to you,
and I'm not sure how much longer
I can linger here,
caught in this dangerous middle,
before I get run over
by all the choices left unmade.

—MistakenGenius