FIGS COMMUNICATIONS

You’re on the edge, wavering on a thought:
“Should I be loving her, forced to pretend?”
Dismembered, in shambles, at your wits’ end.
Disguised as a hero, you’ve just been caught;
the veil’s been lifted; you’re left distraught.
Instincts were wrong and you wish to repent;
you’re halfway there so you can't stop to vent.
There’s no looking back, though you think you ought.
Opportunity for love offers trust—
oblivious to potential you leave it to rust.
How will you live without her forever?
The point flickers, leaving hardly a glow—
failing to spark your future endeavor.
You’re in her thoughts, but you will never know.