Unavoidably

Somehow,

you said you love me,

but we are

trapped

in our secret guilt.

Once,

you said you were in love,

but our desire

is trapped inside

not wanting this.

Inevitably,

I will say

it’s complicated.

Unavoidably,

so will you.

This is a circle,

dark and solid;

no entrance,

nor escape,

only endlessness.

So,

what do we do,

when we have left everything

and nothing

unsaid?