Confusion

Salacious conversations,

Long into the night,

I wonder if this is the creation,

Of something that could be so right.

My heart melts and my mind whirls,

As I ponder this firestorm,

With my heart beginning to unfurl,

Still, im compelled to scorn.

How do I describe what I feel,

When I cannot understand,

How can this be real,

When I've been hurt so beforehand.

Trusting doesn't come effortlessly,

When pain has been your best friend,

Still impassioned continously,

I cannot stop this descent.