I wish I could find some solace in him.
I’ve got too many conflicting ideas.
Words battering themselves against each other.
Do I hate him?
Do I love him?
Is he simply a friend?
They all run through my veins
Like three separate thoroughbreds
Stretching to make it to the finish line first.
They haven’t realized yet that there is no finish line.
So I just swim round tying myself into knots.
What the hell is it that I feel for him?
I don’t care which
I just wish I had an answer.
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