Bittersweet

I love being free,

though I hope fate has other plans.

I want to be your number one, but I really don’t want to be

just another one of your fans.

You tug at my heartstrings,

and there’s a magnetic attraction.

I think you are the king of kings,

yet I don’t want to be only a distraction.

I don’t understand my emotions,

a concept that’s tough to fathom.

They overwhelm and come through like an explosion,

leaving me open and vulnerable like a chasm.

We don’t know each other at all,

and I’ve tried to logic my way out.

Your words spellbind and enthrall,

but your actions cause some doubt.

I feel like you’re someone I recognize,

at least that’s what I want to believe.

I don’t know if my feelings are all lies,

but I know I don’t want you to ever leave.

I want to know what you’re like every day of the week,

including all of your behaviors.

I want to be the one that you find unique,

that becomes your favorite flavor.

This is so very bittersweet,

because who knows if it’ll transpire?

I want you and I to do everything in our power to meet,

since nothing will ever quell this desire.

The need to know what you are like is compelling,

it shakes me to my core.

I wonder if this is my heart rebelling,

since it wants to know what it’s like to be with you

forevermore.