What Are You Doing?

What are you doing?
This is not something
With which I am familiar.
Why does my heart flutter so?
You're making my head spin,
My heart race,
My palms sweat;
What is this magic?
Do you even realize
What you do to me?
This is strange still,
And I'm not sure
What to say.
You're making me feel
All off inside,
Like something is wrong,
Yet so right.
Why continue to torment me so,
When you and I both know
This can't work?
How can I even look at you
Without feeling all of this shame?
You and I, me and you,
It just cannot be.
For you are
S
   O
      M
         E
            B
               O
                  D
                     Y      else's.

Oh the tragedy
Of that which can never be.