Every time we talk,
I know you're getting closer to admitting your defeat,
The feelings you harbor for me.
One can only ignore intensity for so long,
Just as you can't go forcing something that isn't right,
You can't force out what is.
Your daydreams are becoming your reality...
We avoid and almost despise what we want the most and;
I'm no different to you, and that scares you.
Sometimes we latch onto one thing to forget about what's true, unrelenting in our desire.
Stop fighting it and open up to me.
©Millie S. Poet