She lies to my face.
She says it’s been one hundred days
since she kissed a boy.
I dive in her eyes.
I clearly see the lies,
but I feel electricity travelling in my bones.
She sucks her bottom lip,
suggesting a distant dream.
I don’t know what’s going on in her mind,
but I’m rummaging for a sign.
Yesterday I saw her kissing
that boy everyone says is unworthy.
I know I must erase what I’ve seen
‘cause obviously she didn’t like it.
I try to interpret what she means,
but m-my mind is numb when her eyes look deep.
I’m terrified
‘cause we’re just good friends.
Exposed Emotions 
Wow… another beautiful poem… deep and lovely emotions… gives the feels for sure.
I spill a lot of virtual ink on all the relationships I have had with women.
I enjoyed to discover I am not alone in this folly.
Great post
Cheers