Flustered glances across rows of desks,
perhaps a slight jolt upon an accidental touch.
What goes on in those darkest depths of our minds
that even God has no absolute control over?

Normally I would be loud and boisterous,
but a single look from you and I'm a-
stuttering and nervous, and hey friend!
perhaps you would come up with an excuse away
from here, to think?

And then, with a tiredness of everything
pressures begin to mount, more imagined
than real, and the next thing I know,

Good God, what have I done?

I've declared myself away to two women,
each one beautiful in their own way, and,
what to do?

I don't want to, I'm afraid. Why commit?
I question myself, do I really love you?
Do I really want to give this a chance?
Do I have it in me to do anything but nothing?

And you know the answer to that question.
I don't have it in me. I'm not ready to give it a chance.

Do you hate me?

I would.