Why are you making me

feel

like this?

To doubt

My ill

chosen

celibacy.

My lonely

demeanor,

trembles at the thought

of those

damn

blue

eyes.

You make me.

You confuse me.

You aren’t.

I am.

We are so….

but would it?

Will you be,

are you not,

just as me?

Could you ever feel something

for

something so me?

Why do you

rip me out

of what I am.

(Perhaps what I think I am?)

You

I never

would’ve thought.

I’m not ment for this

emotions confuse,

and

control me.

And you,

the only emotion,

I

can

seem

to

feel.

I hate you

for

making me act so un-me,

and making me want to

fall

to

my

knees.