truth is freedom

I almost said
but didn't
and it gets harder not to say everyday.
My tongue is too sharp to bite for long.
I am smitten
infatuated
and I'm afraid he will run away
if he knows.
But my traitor eyes never lie.
Yet when he looks into them
I could swear
that his eyes say the same.
But still our mouths say nothing of the sort.
And my will won't break first.