You

You asked
If I had written about us.

I lied. 

I had in fact
Done just that, 

But not in the way 

That I assume you had in mind. 

The ways of the world 

Are quite amusing at times 

And in order to safely
Navigate through them, 

We must improvise. 

Truth be told, 

You make me nervous too. 

Perhaps these simple phrases 

Thrown carelessly onto a blank canvas 

Are the only way to calm 

Such a wandering and curious soul. 

Without them, 

I am powerless to these emotions 

Provoked by subtle glances 

And other things. 

I am not without intentions 

Though I am fully aware 

Of the consequences. 

The battle between the heart 

And rational thinking 

Is nearly constant, 

Yet ceases to exist 

While in your presence.-