What you give

Is this new?
The feelings that surrond the question.
They have an acidic coating.
One that erodes.
Decays the true feeling.
The one that matters.
It's awkward in so many ways.
This is love.
There is no question.
Understanding what thoughts mean.
No longer guessing.
Pretending no longer.
Where does the pain come from?
Is there truth from the fraud?
Or is there another?
This rambling will cease.
There is no question.
Swing for one more.
One more what?
Arms and legs tangled.
Wishing to be close.
Oh So Close