Honestly

I am fighting urges today.
One of it is to call you and say that I miss you.
I am back into that awkward position where I'm not sure how to behave,
Nor what to believe and trust.
And as the power drug is wearing out,
My confident strut out the door is halfway faltered
By my hopes that you will pull me back.

E como diz a Sara:
De repente sei que é isto que não quero
Olhar para ti e saber que ainda te espero

Damn this weak heart.

Still peace, but soiled by predictable, annoying, disturbing feelings.