Pitch-Dark Coffee On A Sunday Morning Poem by Roxy Kovács

My thoughts are so confusing,
I'm unsure which path is worth choosing,
All I know is, whenever I'm around you my blood is boiling.
It scares me to death,
How could a person feel like that?
And the brain of mine is telling me it's a sin,
No matter the sidewalks I'm crossing or the situation I'm in.
And what's left is it hiding or leaving?
There are some feelings that are worthless receiving.
I'm used to the nothingness,
All I do is hope and pray, I‘m incapable to do nothing or less.
I've never seen so many stars align,
Never seen my body trying so hard to intertwine,
with a soul,
And trying to keep it under control.
Some say I should get closer,
But all I've seen is disclosure.
If only you knew,
There is a whole new chapter for you.