Lesbian Poetry

wondering

you treated me so nicly,
as though you were a friend,
and yet i see you,
oh so clearly,
as somthing so much more.

as i lie here thinking,
if you think the same,
my head becomes so coudy,
i think i miss you? is this pretend?

why all this? and why just now?
why the pain? and why the shame?
why can't i think of somthing else?
what's going on inside my head?
and do you even know?
if you do just let me know,
and then i'll work it out somehow