I've been foolish but I take full responsibility.
One day I'll stop looking at love from a distance.
I won't be scared to get close,
today is not that day though.
Blame it on romanticism.

I still feel your lips,
your hands in mine.
I can still feel your skin,
your breath on my breast,
the warmth I crave.
I can still feel your touch,
Is this what they call lust?
You were different.
And I liked that very much.

I know all too well what it means to let go.
So, no.
I won't cry for your attention.
If anything I'd rather leave you alone.
People scream their feelings,
you will always know their intentions.
Just pay attention to their actions.