I hate the fact that my feelings are this strong.
The way I want you right now is unique, 
but the timing is all wrong.
As I write, your hands still caress me, 
and I think your words haunt my memory.
Mutual on keeping this confined, 
never to be exposed, so how can I release this joy in me.
I want to kiss you but, I don't want to fall in love.
Screaming is not good enough, unless my voice 
portrays the beauty of a dove.
I feel as if my mind is playing tug of war with my heart.
I should have never been so open with you from the start...

You are my confusion...