Mild.

want. it's a feeling and a sense. everyone wants something or someone. what do i want? i want to hold your hand. i want to kiss your knuckles. i want to tell you how gorgeous you are. i want to see the crinkles at the corner of your eyes when you smile. i want your breath to tickle my neck ever so slightly as you rest. i want to run my fingers through your hair gently. i want to hear your wondrous laugh. i want your cushioned lips on my skin. i want your simple presence. i want i want i want i want i want these mild thoughts to go away. they taunt me everyday for reasons unknown. for reasons that i'd like to know. but i don't. so, i'm stuck in a constant state of confusion and frustration. i'm stuck because i never bother to tame these thoughts. i'm stuck because i choose to wait rather than do. it's just too mild. too mild for my cringing heart.

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