What if...

I confessedyou were

my everythig?

Would I only incur

the heartache you would unfailingly bring?

 

The harder I try,

recklessly, the water

surges between my tightly cupped fingers.

I totter,

lurching to cling to what's left that lingers.

 

Craving your desire;

like an addict,

loyally devoted to his narcotic

I can only aspire to interdict

the raging emotions making me neurotic.

 

Stealing my thoughts

of every waking hour,

an unconcerned desperado

consumed by such valor,

unmindful of me; I tip my hat to you, bravado.