Conflicted

 And just like that 

I know I love you 

but I can’t give you what you want. 

I can’t be your lover 

I can’t share ink-blue twisted sheets 

splattered 

star dust heat 

with you. 

And I don’t want to bring it up, 

because I don’t want this to end. 

I don’t want us, to split into you 

and I 

telling our thoughts to the sky 

instead of the crook of each other’s neck.