How do you feel?

Are you in love?

Or is it lust?

Shall I be a port in the storm?

Or will I be with you for as long as we both want?

Will you be happy by my side?

Or am I a source of your anxiety?

How mixed are your feelings, my dear?

Can you sort them out?

 

Do I love you?

I think I do.

Am I in lust with you?

Yes, but there’s more there too.

I don’t want to be a port in the storm,

But I will be if that’s what you need.

You are my priority.

Could I be happy by your side?

I think so, yes,

But will I cause anxiety?

That’s also a yes.

How mixed can these feelings be?

I don’t know if I can sort them out.

 

You say I’m strong.

We know that isn’t true.

You say I’m kind.

I ‘m only kind to you.

You say I’m an angel.

We both know that’s bullshit.

You say that I’m perfect.

I can’t fathom it.

 

It seems you want me to be someone I’m not.

I’m weak.

I’m mean.

I’m definitely not an angel,

Nor am I perfect.

How do I explain these expectations are false?

How do I shatter this perception of me?

Is this only because of your family’s tragedy?

 

I’m scared,

But I’m not.

I’m sad,

But I’m not.

I’m confused,

So very confused.

Give me your answer soon,

Will we be just friends,

or not?