Forbidden Fantasies

Sometimes, I don’t know what I want.

I get this picture in my head; it taunts.

I explain away the problems and issues,

Completely forgetting about the coming tissues.

I don’t look before I fall, or maybe I don’t fall at all,

I simply listen and respond to the call.

I don’t really know if I feel something, if it’s real,

But even though you don’t know, my thoughts always feel

As if they are tied to you like an anchor,

Kind of like money to a banker,

I am shipped to you, and feel myself think of you,

Even though a moment ago I claimed it’s the last thing I’d do.


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