Poetry by Fitz

I do feel the way lust you
Has made me truly blind.
I don't know exactly why, but, I'm scared for what I'll find.
Perhaps I'll find you down an alley, with your friends, getting high
Doing all the things I always thought I'd never live to try.
Perhaps I'll find you in my dreams, in a world
We'd actually talked.
Or in the common room on our way to class, how I just smiled and walked
Away from you.
Away from chance.
Away from fear.
The fear that I'm not enough.
That I'd waste another year
Loving a man who'd never liked me back,
Who when I felt pride would jeer.
But you're not like that, are you?
I feel it every time, but you're different
In mind, in face, in body
You're different.
Right?
Tell me that it's so.

No.

Don't speak a word.
Perhaps it's best I never know.