Dilemma

There’s hardly anything you can do

To ask of you would be foolish too.

To love in misery would be unfair, I

Pretend to be friends and subtly lie.

Though not to say I do not desire friendship

For everything of mine that I would keep

But the looming question of heart— honest and true

Can I delude them into believing I don’t love you?

To you as cruel as these words may sound

The best of this language could be only found.

I know sublime yet sickly not they are,

But I am tired of words that unfairly scar.

If at all, here and now you were nearby

I would dive into your candid eye,

and press my lips against your cheek

then ask you humbly to never speak.