Tangled

At the end of the bed , our feet wrapped around each other , our bodies against one another
As my feet rub against yours and our thoughts are spoken
I’m looking at more than a face,
A face of someone I completely adore
From the souls of his feet to his messy black hair,
Tangled in sheets and laughter I wonder
Is this worth it?
Falling for a man that’s not mine
Holding him the way she holds him
Loving him the way she does
Does he know you love him?
Does he love you?
scared to say, scared to know
Is this wrong?
Your story end w a broken heart
But you chose to do this
You chose discrete tangled sheets and text messages after she leaves
Your hole is getting deeper and deeper
What do you do?