i said you were
out of my league
i knew i was in
way over my head
you are a force
to be reckoned with
and i have the affinity
to be fascinated
with lost causes
i always want to reach
though i know that
you are so far beyond me
i can't stop the longing
to touch what's so untouchable
the yearning burns
and twists me
inside out

i have to make it stop. . .

or i will be consumed
torched down till
i am no longer recognizable
stretched as far as
i could possibly go
bent out of shape
the fight, taken out of me
i should stop this,
before the magnanimity of you
run me over the edge
sending me spinning down,
down, further down. . .

but how do you end
something that never
even really began?