It was an accident; I felt it in spite of me.
You had made it crystal clear that “we” would never be.
Still when we collided, I felt it tear me apart
and a piece of your shrapnel lodged deep into my heart.
I didn’t mean to love you; said I’d just be a friend.
One who would always be there, on that you could depend.
Yet I feel it inside me and it sends me to the floor.
In my heart hear forbidden words beating: “I want more”.
I don’t want to lose you and I’m trying not to be rash.
How do I carry on as normal after such a crash?
When you brush past me, you set my skin on fire,
I long to hold you close and let the blaze burn higher.
Thought I’d adjusted my expectations, my seat belt I’d fasten.
Regardless it seems it was an accident waiting to happen.
So should I tell you how I feel – maybe tomorrow, maybe today?
Or just pretend it doesn’t hurt until the love fades away?
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