Poem

Things were so quiet- What could I do but think? Trapped in the screaming hush of white-washed halls... My god, what could I do, But think of us, ( If we ever were) And I push away, force this hurt to silence Pretend I'm OK.. It seems like we are at an impasse, you and I, And you are pulling me back, And I am fighting like hell, Resisting at all cost, this game... That neither of us can win I Love You. Please, please, please go away, What can I do if I love you- But let you go?