cross roads.

Stuck between my heart
And my head
A place that leaves me lost
Without a map
Or any type of direction
Standing at a cross roads
Trying to figure out
Which direction to go
One keeps me safe
And makes
Things less complicated
The other
Is a mystery
That leaves my breathless
And gives me a rush
And leaves me afraid
Afraid of the possibility
Of repeating past experiences
Afraid of not going for it
Waiting for the next meeting
Despite the uncertainty
Hoping for the best
But preparing for the worst
Turned cold
In hopes
Of getting warm again
Longing for
Nights that will turn into days
Weekends that will turn into week days
Standing at a crossroads
Staring at a clock
That won’t let time pause
Long enough to let me make up my mind