Because

Why do I stare when I see your face?

Why do I look away and run from your space?

Because…

Why do you fill me with such dread?

Why do I run leaving all these things unsaid?

Because…

Why do I find you in my thoughts from dusk to dusk?

Why do you fill me with longing, desire and lust?

Because…

Why do i want to kiss you savagely from crown to twain?

Why do I want to ravage you with my passion again and again?

Because…

Why does the sight of you bring me joy?

Why do I shake like a child’s wind up toy?

Because…

Why does your face invade every fantasy?

Why do I want to bring you to ecstasy?

Because…

Why was it you and not someone else?

Why do you torment me and make me hate myself?

Because…

Why do I write about this because I cannot speak?

Why do I feel like a terrible, horrible, freaky, fucking creep?

Because…

Why does this hurt so fucking much?

Why do I yearn so much for your touch?

Because…

Why do I sit here with this paper and pen?

Why do I let you slip away in regret again?

Because…

 

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