I woke up in the middle of the night,
It seemed I had been sleeping on your arm,
Yet you were laying there so peacefully,
waiting for your morning alarm.
You seems so comfortable around me,
It sometimes makes me jealous,
I wish I could feel so at ease with this,
but you still make me a bit nervous.
I notice it when I look at you too long,
I can sense the butterflies waking up,
Your beautiful face, my feelings so strong,
They are dangerous but I can’t make them stop.
You are a risk to me,
Something that I should avoid like the plague,
and yet something that I feel so connected with,
while also being very vague.
I do not want to avoid you at all,
Just to be there with you is what I long for,
you are making this nearly impossible,
windows won’t open when you close this door.
I feel trapped inside myself,
but yet it all is because of you,
you are a gift and a curse,
in a love that can’t be true.