Wrong Poem by Amanda Eckols

He grabs my hand sensing something’s not right
I fake a smile and turn around
He patiently waits for the crowd to be gone
And quietly ask me to tell him what’s wrong
He pleads and he prods not meaning to do harm
How I wish I could tell him just what is amiss
I’m unsuitable for this position; it’s an injustice to pretend
He looks me in the eye unaware of the crime
I meet his gaze not wanting to offend
It really unethical to go on this way
But my hearts is erroneous in term of my mind
I’m in love with him and that would be fine
If I loved him at all.