BEGONE

It must end.

At least for a time.

I can't talk to you.

I can't listen to you.

 

 

Why, you ask?

Why.

Well, you rejected my feelings.

Which I can live with

And understand.

You are a good person,

And a good friend.

I don't want to lose you

Your friendship.

 

Unfortunately

My heart insists on having you.

You keep arriving in my dreams.

It's annoying.

 

So, until my heart gets the message

That my mind already knows.

I can't talk to you.

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I like the decision process in this poem. What love does to the head and the rest of you. Well said - slc