I'm not sure if I understand that.
Especially not when there's a glimpse of what
Conflicting with my thoughts of what
And suddenly, I'm questioning my roles with both of them.
I don't like to question, but
The time has come, and while I'm
Caught-Up in my romance,
I kind of want to ask the other boy to dance,
And I'm not sure, it has
Dissipated—my certainty, I mean—
Following all the things I don't want to hear—
That maybe I have doubts about how I
Want things to turn out, and
The insanity is burning,
Burning, burning, faster than I realise the flame is travelling
I know I love him; had I not been a dancer,
He would have stained my sheets; I'm past
Any point of returning.
But something now plants that
Unknown diligence, and despite
Constant vigilance, I find that
I fall short of my own security.
This frightens me above all things.
20 Jan '09