Hurt

This is Love

What is this?

Love?

If not, what is this feeling?

I don’t know I don’t have a clue.

We are good friends.

Am I even allowed, to think of you this way?

You take over every thought, every dream.

I can’t do anything without wondering if you are thinking about me.

You’ve had history with my worst enemy.

If we were together, she’d make my life a living hell.

I wonder if you are worth that,

Actually, I’m pretty sure you are.

Even if I told you,

Things would never be the same again.

My confession would linger in the air of every conversation.

I don’t want things awkward between us.

I don’t think you could even see me that way,

If I told you of my brutal past, I wonder what you’d say.

Would you understand me?

Or would you shun me?

All I want to do when I see you, is run into your arms,

But I have to restrain myself.

I’m still not certain about this feeling

But I think its love.

But it hurts so bloody much,

To know that the one you love

Only thinks of you as a friend.