Torn Apart

It pains me to know that I can’t have her.
Thoughts of another prevent me from what I’m after.
We’re carefree and intimate, but not on the next level.
To get you, I’d go twelve rounds and shadow box with the devil.
Not having you puts me on the edge.
We made an oath that I now solemnly pledge.
It makes me happy that we’re still tight.
For now, I’ll restrict my feelings, but I’ll get you when the time is right.
I know your mental and emotional status, and it’s cool.
If I’m not true to myself, then who plays the fool?
I feel you’re the one who makes me complete.
I’m bloody, but I stayed out the hands of defeat.
My feelings for you are much deeper than a crush.
I love your smile even though you try to hide when you blush.
Having you makes it feel like I’m flying.
It ain’t easy to curb my feelings, but at least I’m trying.
How could I let my vision get so clouded?
Instead of taking it like a man, I pouted.
My soul cries out because my heart’s full of pain.
It’s similar to when the sun drowns out the sea of rain.
How did I let this cat just waltz through the back door?
He has the opportunity, so why do the work for?
I should’ve followed my first mind from the start.
No matter what: my soul will heal, our bond will strengthen, but my heart will remain torn apart.