Teetering

How do I cope?
Back and forth with you.
Is it all false hope?

Many a mixed sign,
Should I pursue
Or, preemptively resign?

Often, I approach,
To reveal, though panicked,
Yet myself, I reproach.

What will you utter?
Unable to predict.
Is truth, impassable clutter?

I'd settle with a smile
Simply in camaraderie
Over loss and complete exile.

Yet unsure, if I am prepared
To end this fantasy
By true feelings, declared.