My heart races when I close my eyes
and think of you.

My words stumble on their way to my lips
when I see you.
My tongue twists when I try to voice
how I feel.

You’re the cause of my sleepless nights,
my daydreams,
and my misery.

You say you don’t like how your cheeks
are a little chubby—
or that your arms
are a little full.

All I see when I look at you—
is someone I crave to hold.

I want to hold you as tight as can be.
I want to hold onto you for dear life,
and never let go.

I want to choke on the smell of your hair.
Your neck looks so empty
without my lips on them.
Your ******* look so lonely
without my face between them.
I want to feel your skin on mine.

I am dying for your warmth—
but all you’ve made me feel is the cold.

I’m so empty without you.
Irrationality has taken over me—
delusion is my master,
and deceit is my cure.

Why won’t you rest my heart?
Why won’t you say
that you love me—
or you hate me?

Why have you left me in the dark?
Why are you so cruel?

I mourn you when you’re still alive.
I lament your absence—
knowing it can be unmade.

I crave your love—
knowing how impossible it is.