Confused

The thing is, I'm lost in confusion.

I shouldn't feel this way, but I can't help this delusion.

I've tried my best to fight the battle inside,

But when I am with you, it claws its way outside.

I'm losing the fight.

The flowers inside my chest are growing so rapidly

It makes me unable to breathe

And tell you every single thing.

I can't contain it.

Your presence trembles my lips

That makes me unable to speak.

I'm losing.

I shouldn't let this happen, but

You are starting to become special in my eyes.

To be honest, this feeling inside starts to control me,

I've tried my best to distance myself and isolate,

Thinking it will just go away if I were behind a gate

But it grows even more

Its roots lead me back to you, something I swore

I would never let happen again.

I have to find a to stop

this madness, But I don't know how to make this stop.

I don't want this feeling to stop.

I could accept it if I'll lose this battle inside

My feelings for you would move aside.

But, I wouldn't accept it if I would lose you

Because I never said these things to you

And would pick up the pieces with regrets.

I realize as I search for ways to neglect this

And let go,

It makes the feeling strong

And it grows every day, it can’t be wrong.

I think,

I need to say everything to you.

Tonight.

Before the sun rises you have to know

I have to show you the mess in my mind

I have to know why you’re so kind,

In a world full of people that hold nothing but hate

It this coincidence, or is it fate?

I lay in bed and wonder,

Do you feel the same?

Or do I need to keep my feelings tame?

I want to show you the home I’ve made in my heart

The only thing I’ve had from the start

It’s been empty for years, searching and researching

For someone that might keep it secure

Someone that won’t just lure

My venerable heart into a trap

And kidnap

The last bit of hope I have.

Lost in confusion,

Too afraid to mention,

Fighting this tension,

Between my head and my heart.

I can’t fight this anymore

So in the middle of this bookstore

I have to tell you,

I have to tell you,

What? I'm not good with words

No better than any songbird

So what do I say to you,

You who,

Made me feel this thing in my heart

This sort of abstract art.

Unsure of how things might end

Not wanting to overextend

My heart in my throat,

I blurt it out,

No, I scream it out

From the tops of the buildings, I shout

“I like, like like you.”