the truth is,
i do love you,
more than i should. 

and with you,
the lines between
platonic and romantic are blurred and
i’m sort of fucked up like that,

i’m kind of a
tangled mess of affection for you
that can’t sort itself out.

i don’t know platonic from romantic
when i’m near you,
and i do love you.

i just don’t know how.