A poem

Sometimes I hate feelings.

They can lead you astray and point you in the right direction all at once.

And there's nothing you can do about it, except perhaps just sit and enjoy the ride. You can try to fight it but at some point - maybe days, weeks, months or years down the road - you find yourself in the same predicament again. Same thoughts. Different guy. Or perhaps not.

You breathe in and feel, and it hurts.

The thought of him makes you smile and terrifies you all at once.