Without a Label

The thought processes differ…
no way to make a call;
do memories stir inside,
or do you analyze at all?
Hurt still lingers within,
stifling the words on my lips,
but feelings manage to escape
by way of my fingertips.
The open person I used to be
is now closed off and wary;
it’s difficult to expose myself
for additional pain to carry.
Women attach labels
and men live day to day –
no questions, no assumptions…
they could make you pull away.
In times we spend together
there’s a tender side of you;
do you, too, have a cautionary front?
It clouds one’s point of view.
I don’t know how this started
or when it all will end…
but we don’t need to give it up,
and I refuse to lose my friend.
Until we’re ready to break the cycle,
I’ll appoint my head as guide,
ignore the messages from my heart,
and tuck all feelings inside.
Maybe I’m fooling myself
to think you somehow care,
your friendship is most important...
there's so much we could share.
I guess I’d like to hear
that something sets me apart
from any other little trysts…
I'll never capture your heart.
Forced words aren't the point,
truth is my only request,
silence makes me wonder…
but I’ll accept that with the rest.
This adventure can continue
as long as we are able,
there are no expectations
as we exist without a label.