Make my heart pound,
Then my blood boil,
It’s push and pull,

An abrupt stop,
In this surge of feelings,

Why would you conceal,
What’s bound to be revealed?
Was I deceived? Did I misread?

Is there any purpose in supposition?
Or is this wasted time?

Intuition speaks candor,
My agonizing flummox echoes at volumes,
ears can’t detect.