Guilty Heart

Dear Diary,

Confusion and guilt creep upon me,
As I sit up late yet again,
Trying to sort my feelings.
Why is everything so chaotic?

When his hand touches mine,
An electric shock enters my skin.
I'm aware of the proximity of his body,
As his heat seems to warm me.

I seem to lose all sense
Of what's [wrong or right]
Whenever I'm near him.

Confusion and guilt creep upon me;
I know I shouldn't do this.
I know it's wrong, but I can't help it.
He makes me smile, he makes me laugh.

So, dear Diary, I ask you:
Am I such a bad person
For wanting someone who'll make me laugh.
Someone who truly understands me.
Someone whose simple presence brightens my day?
...Even if it means breaking the heart
Of someone who loves me more than I love him.

*i feel like the worst person on earth... i really don't know what to do...