How will I keep myself from you, if it’s your presence that I always miss more than anything?

How will I keep myself from wanting to talk with you endlessly — for hours, from midnight to the sun rising up the clouds?

How will I keep myself from making you believe that I only want you for a friend — when it already hurts to hear you talking about someone else, worse, the one you like?

How will I keep myself from getting jealous because I know the real score between the two of us — even if I confess the feelings getting deeper each day I have for you?

How will I keep myself away from you, from avoiding the inevitable truth of falling for you — when I admit that even if I will know how to, I won’t do it because I can’t.