You say you love me.
But, are you in love with me?
When I am with you, I feel nothing but a magnetic pull.
A deep connection, and I know you feel it too.
Always, there is an intense urge to press my lips against yours.
To wrap my arms around your waist, and never let go.
But, I don’t.
I am afraid.
I’m afraid of what you might say. What you might do.
Our chemistry could be just a figment of my imagination.
Perhaps my desperation created an illusive flame.
A flame that has now spread through my entire body like a wild fire.
The smoke smothering my ability to think.
Perhaps you are not whom I’ve made you out to be.
Perhaps you are not the one.
But, whatever the case may be, the yearning is real.
And, I need you.


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