Conflicted
There’s something about the way
You look me in the eye and tell me
That you always tell the truth
That makes me want to
Drink in your every word
Breathe in all of your sweet nothings
And let your words envelop me
in a warm blanket of affection
And yet, there’s something about the way
I want this so much
That makes me want to run
far far away
and never look back