Poison
Its not often
the times I look at you
and see the love
I have towards you
reflected in your eyes
many a moments
I seem to wear
my heart on my sleeve
and so often
do I feel it
go to you
so I pull
I hold
for your eyes scream no
yet I hear your heart
whisper yes
so tears ink into my flesh
for what is so near
yet so unreachable
should I protect myself
should I raise my arms
and walk away
giving up on whats
not there yet
and that's probably the best option
because that way
maybe I wouldn't have
to face rejection
or loosing you in the end
and so contemplating from afar
will become my choice of poison
"Que hacer?"
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