I want you
and I feel that it fucks me up so much
to know that our fingers won't ever cross
the way I want them to
the core of your magnetism
is growing stronger each day and I can feel
the trail of compression you leave behind
pulling me closer and closer
for a peck, a kiss on your caramelized lips
a brush of your tender finger tips
slowly tracing my cheekbone down to the
contour of my jawline
is all I'm asking for
complimentary, maybe
with you
I'm using the voices inside my head
I speak to you with all my different
personalities that I've literally lost track
and somewhere in between I exist
and I am speaking to you with his voice
I am truly speaking to you
and I can't emphasize more how much
this affects me
and it's magnitude of importance
to this whole ridicule of a situation
I often find myself
gasping for air in your presence
and with the realization in mind that
we breathe in the same air makes me
gulp in air even more
like a bear out of hibernation
the more I try to erase you from my mind
to flush you out of my system
out of this rushing bloodstream
the more you seem to return
you're like a virus inside my head
you symbolize this euphoric memory
that lives on forever
like an inside joke between two friends
you won't leave me alone yet you already have
and it breaks me that you actually have
moving ever so elegantly away
further and further into a world I don't
understand and can't possibly comprehend
with this simple mind and passive personality of mine
you seem so perfectly fine with this
and I can't have you as much as
I want you