worth
i start to think about how it would be
you and me
but then
indecision grips me
like a vice
fills me with a heady rush
a need to make a fool of myself
for you
but i wonder
do i want to risk what we already have
to get
even closer?
i despair
in the utter
futility of pondering
a dead end
but i still have a friend...
dont i