An Ode To Him Poem by Effie Yalena Steyn

This, to tell my feelings,
This, to end my dreaming.
Desire manifests in all the places it should
But it should not.
He is your brother and I am his, and I am yours and you are his and nothing can come to any good whilst you are not mine.
I pray you find the truth and take it to heart,
Then we will know, for sure, what it means to be hurt.
It would be easier if I could just say
I never loved you anyway
But when I gave you my soul I gave up my credibility
And I can't go back, though wish I may.
But oh, who are we to determine what lives and what dies when all these feelings stem from the same place? This mixed up flow, pleasure is pain after all, my friend.
I see you. There's a reason we should be together, just not one I can decipher through this riddle. You and I.