Who can I tell about you?

I'd like to tell him but you know I can't.
I'd like to tell you but it hurts, it hurts.
You'd like me to too but that would be final.
I want to shout out to the whole fucking world
That I love you, I love you, I want you like poison,
I want you to die with. I love you, I love you.
I leak it by stealth but no-one has noticed.
I spread little rumours but nobody clicks.
If only you'd find it but that would be final.
I long to display it, compose each emotion,
To paint every sparkle, exhibit my feelings,
To carve out my clinging from blocks of black stone.
I want to bemuse you, I want to excite you,
To flee in blind panic with you in my clutches;
I want you in danger but that could be fatal.
I love you in ways that I'd never expected,
In ways that envelop my every decision.
Your influence creeps into each dream and nightmare
Until I am dripping in flames of desire.
I love you, I love you and this is me telling.

1999-06-13