Contagious

As I think about it, I can't seem to let you go.
I hold you close to my heart.
I think about just being friends but I would miss too much.
We already seem to have this closeness.
And letting you go would just be too hard.
Even with our complications I still have a yearning to want you.
Knowing that I have never felt this way before, I tend to pull on you more.

Oh our conversations, oh how they are so lovely!
I care about you enough to help you through your problems.
To love on you more, and to experience the feelings.
Oh I love the poems that you write. And your freeness to express.
I guess you could say you lead me on, and I'm guessing I do the same.
But I love it. And don't you too?

More then ever I have given you my heart and spilled out my feelings.
For now it stays..... With you.
But then I start to hear other stuff, and wonder.
Is it true?
Should I stop?
But I keep on going.
Moving, breathing, loving you.
Hanging onto you like like a star in the sky you can't let go.

Am I crazy?
Yes, probably.
Am I in love?
Oh yes!
Am I happy?
Haha, yes.
Can I let you go?
No.
Can you let me go?
I don't know.
Do you love me?
Yes I'm pretty sure.
Can we fix/work out our problems?
We can if we want this.
Is it hard not to text you?
Oh yes!

The questions of the mind. That linger only in time. Oh how they are mine.
Oh how they wade at me.

Only a moment to spare, but it shows how much I care.
The only thing I know is that I love you and you love me.

The spring has shown. So I let it go.
I don't care.

All I know is what I know. The disease is love.

And its contagious.