Last chances

I know that it is wrong

I know I shouldn't

I know I promised myself

But

The way you look at me so expectantly

The way that you are wringing your hands

The way your eyes seem to gaze down

 

I can't do it

I can't break my promise to myself

I can't let you take me

But

I dream about you

I dream about this happening

I dream about us

 

I don't want to do this

I don't think it should happen

I don't want you

But

I feel desperate

I feel the need for your touch

I feel you looking at me

 

I have to say no

I haveto be strong

I have to fight this

But

I am dying for you

I am dying for your love

I am dying for your looks

 

This love won't last

This love won't be real

This love won't be love

But

the way you speak

The way you listen

The way you laugh

 

My head tells me no way

My head says that it is pointless

My head reminds me of my promise

 

I will not surrender myself

Until I know it is worth it

 

 

Author's Note

What do ya think

Reviews

[QC]

wow. i can absolutely 100% relate to this poem. it's soooo amazing. i loved the conflict between the narrator and how you showed both sides of what he/she's thinking about. fabulous. that's all i an say.

[Cynthia]

Amazing! I love this poem very much, the repeating of the first few words of each staza makes it sounds even better! Also, I think its a very thoughtful write, it makes me think today.