My Unrequited I Poem by Butch Decatoria

These fleeting moments
Fleeing feeling
Just being / next to you now
Is quite unbarable
Not able to touch

Unable to rust
I thought I trusted my own judgement
Do I know myself to trust
In how easy it is to sink
Still I reach for you inside

That damn look in your eyes
Dark strength certain
In fleeting moments
Behind the curtain
Or next to you
Whom I would proudly love
To touch
To kiss
Fleeing feelings
You are so much more
So much to me
Maybe too much for me

My Unrequited.