I'll follow your lead,
kiss you goodbye at the bus,
walk away blushing.
My own boldness can
surprise even me sometimes,
for better, for worse.
But if you assume
my heart is available
know that it is split.
Love born from friendship
and cemented over years,
a blessing and curse.
They're still as water,
merciful and merciless
below their surface.
I would drown and breathe
equally in their embrace,
and relish it all.