People say I'm crazy, but if this is what wrong tastes like, I'll have another round, an please make it double. My knees no longer respond when you enter the picture, and the picture of you holding me haunts my every dream. I wake up, always lost, and I lung for you and that kiss you never presented. I wrap myself in the memory of your arms and count down to the next time I get to feel you close.
What have you done to me? I used to be strong. I used to control myself, to be able to not want you every second, to not want you to save me from myself. Around you I feel lighter, stronger, even protected... and yet you still are everything I ever ran away from. Just what have you done to me, sweet eyes?
I wish you would tell me everything your eyes scream to me. I wish you could fulfill every promise your hands ever made, but overall I wish I didn't need to ask... because what is there left for me to say when you already know everything?
I want you here. I want to drink you up and I want you to hug me tight. I want your breath two inches away and our pulse in the skies. I want you to untangle my hair and our minds. I want you to never let go, but still let me breathe (you) in. I want your fingertips painting my curves and my nails digging in your back. I want us to leave, to fly, to explode and maybe love each other...
...but, overall, I want you to hold me close and whisper there is nothing left to say.
