I think--no

that can't be right.

It has to be wrong.

A misconstrued vision,

misinterpreted thoughts.

I am wrong.

This is not what I am feeling.

Not possible.

Simply caught in a fantasy.

But

Maybe,

maybe it's true.

I indulge the notion

of emotions that were.

Something so eerie

to ponder, to believe.

I think--maybe

it could be,

its possible.

But my brain aches at the idea

that I am so vulnerable

it doesn't feel real

like I'm drifting from myself,

too close to you.

But

Yes.

Yes this is real.

And it hurts.

God it hurts like nothing

I've ever felt,

like my insides are burning

held to a match by you.

Like an ocean is raging on my tongue,

riptides of romance

foaming at my lips.

I think--yes.

I think I love you.