Uncertainties

There isn't a time when I don't think of you:

What you really mean to me

what I really mean to you.

Oftentimes I wonder if we're meant to be.

Are you trying to conceal it?

Am I just too blind to see?

For I am so uncertain of what you feel for me.

Is it love or is it hatred?

Is this real or but a fantasy?

All I really want is to know where I stand.

I have no need of fallacies

They're getting out of hand.

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