I can't hold you
Like I really want to,
Hold you
Where my hands
Could leave imprints
That will not be easy to forget,
I can't caress you
Like I really want to,
Trace every inch of you
A map that leads
To the stars in your eyes,
I can't love you
Like I really want to,
Ardently consume you
A feverish attempt
To absorb you,
But for a moment
Intensely rage
Against the night sky
Feel your soul
Bubble beneath your skin
Peel like a sunburn,
But I can make do
Just being next to you...

APAD16 - 017 © okpoet

Sometimes you get bored and decide to send me an "I miss you" text. My fingers reach for my phone, ready to type a message as if on autopilot, but then I remember why we don't talk anymore in the first place. Loving you destroyed pieces of me and it was either I let you go or lose the small part of me that was left behind. I decided a long time ago that I will not tear myself down to help build up someone else. So then, when my fingers grasp the phone and click on your message out of habit, I realize I can no longer say the same about you. I begin typing but the message you received is not the one you were expecting.
*-I sure as hell hope you do.