i keep to myself

how i long for it. it has made a nest within

 me and with time has only grown. i felt it

grow today.

my bones ache for it.

muscles recall exactly what to do.

i'd never admit to it, never truly.

i stand there. stopping my body from moving.

it kills me. i dont show that it does.

if anything i look more stuck in a deep 

thought than anything. i think about it,

what would happen if i simply give in?

no. its not right and its not fair. 

it would be unfair to the other person.

it would only feed my longing.

whos to say that would ever be enough?

i keep it to myself, confused and 

longing.