“Curtail, Curtailing, Curtailed”

I attempt to hide it–
Enshroud it
With the gossamer folds
Of my simpering heart;
Yet, it seeps into my eyes
And pours out of my skin.
I coax it to remain
Within the confines
Of my quivering soul;
Yet, the insistent thrum
Of its pullulating intensity
Crashes the disinterest
That I try to maintain.
Yes, I love you and–
Forgive me, darling–
I opt to curtail
This preposterous desire.

(So, goodbye, goodbye.
Yes, I see you but–