OBVIOUS ONLY TO NEIGHBORS

My neighbors casually observe

As they sip coffee on their balconies

They know which one

I really care about.

But not all the parties

are aware…

Of course the girls

Don't know.

Each thinks

she is the only one.

But this deception

is wearing me down.

Every day I get more nervous

Each encounter increases my paranoia

A knot is tightening in the core of my morality.

I feel as though my body language screams-

Confessing to one about the other.

But apparently, I'm faking it alright...