There are some things

that I have left unsaid,

but I can’t find the nerve to say them.

Oh, Mother please!
don’t be disappointed when I say:
I can’t stop thinking about him.

My body craves
his trained touch,
and my mind hungers
for his careful words.

Oh, Mother!
Your expectations
for me were higher than this.
But, what can I say?
It is, what it is.

I promised I’d never hide a thing
and so far, I’ve kept with this truth.
But I have a premonition
that soon I’ll have to choose.

Oh, Mother!
Please forgive me.
If I choose lust over truth.
If I choose lies over rules.

But he is something different,
something I have never seen before.
He could be all I want
maybe even more.

Oh, Mother!
I wish not to disappoint you
but I wish not to miss my chance.

All I’ve ever wanted
was a forbidden romance.
Yet all my pride has been
on having no secrets.

But I still want him.

Oh, Mother!
There are some things

that I have left unsaid,

but I can’t find the nerve to say them.