Ambiguous love (feeling trapped)

He asked me if I had written something at my
blog that same day and I said no. “No poems?”
he asked and “No!” I said. “Why?”  he queried.
“I have nothing to write about” I said unhappy.
“So what are you doing today?” he tried more.
“Chat with you and listen to music on YouTube”.
I answered. “So nice!” he thought. “Yes!” I said
but “No!” I was thinking. And he asked no more.
He tries even if we strive in different directions!

Once he got me trapped and now I can’t get free
and no doubt we’ve a thing going; a kettle boiling.
Getting close I’m told what I can’t tell, him to lose!
I curse that fate he’s blessing: because he got me.
I see closed doors and borders, all those “no-go”,
but he’s all determined to find his way to my bed
and change his life. But I’m not a key to anything.
Yet he is as trapped as me and none of us are free.

 

rose, white

 

 

 

 

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