Confused

Salt from the sweat on my leg stings my lips As I sit on the bed with my knees to my chest. I stuck in a predicament; caught in a hole: I love you with everything left of my soul. But, then when I see him everyday at my school, I kinda start tripping’; I feel like a fool. How is that I feel for you so deeply, Yet whenever he asks, I would sell myself cheaply? I don’t understand them; these emotions of mine; But I suppose this is the war waged from the beginning of time: On one hand, there’s love; on the other, just lust; Playing tug-of-war with my head, ‘till I think that I’ll bust! I want to be true to you, honest I do! But if he asks one more time, I don’t know what I’ll do.