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What’s your deal? Are you shy, or simply careless? The curiosity inside me feels like a question that will never be answered until it’s far too late. Every day, I watch you drift farther away, carrying yourself beyond my reach. So close, yet impossibly far, split apart by forces neither of us can control. And maybe that distance is what makes me crave you more. You built a wall I ache to break through, while you fight endlessly to keep it standing. I want every hidden piece of you, even the parts that ache in silence. I chase your sweetness like a stalker addicted to your glaze, desperate for another glimpse of what you refuse to give away. I’d beg for it. No— I’d **** for it. You give your love to people who do not even care enough to hold it gently. Maybe that’s why your walls grew so high, leaving me with nothing but the stale air you breathe. And that is why you’re here now, trapped within my grasp, begging for your freedom. But if you refuse to stay, I’ll take what I cannot have. There is something beautiful about keeping the impossible. You’ll die here with me. Your final sight— the eyes of someone who truly loved you. And your final sensation will be the feeling of being protected. Maybe obsession is just love left alone too long.
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7d ago
May 28, 2026 at 4:15 PM UTC
Close Enough to Touch
What’s your deal? Are you shy, or simply careless? The curiosity inside me feels like a question that will never be answered until it’s far too late. Every day, I watch you drift farther away, carrying yourself beyond my reach. So close, yet impossibly far, split apart by forces neither of us can control. And maybe that distance is what makes me crave you more. You built a wall I ache to break through, while you fight endlessly to keep it standing. I want every hidden piece of you, even the parts that ache in silence. I chase your sweetness like a stalker addicted to your glaze, desperate for another glimpse of what you refuse to give away. I’d beg for it. No— I’d **** for it. You give your love to people who do not even care enough to hold it gently. Maybe that’s why your walls grew so high, leaving me with nothing but the stale air you breathe. And that is why you’re here now, trapped within my grasp, begging for your freedom. But if you refuse to stay, I’ll take what I cannot have. There is something beautiful about keeping the impossible. You’ll die here with me. Your final sight— the eyes of someone who truly loved you. And your final sensation will be the feeling of being protected. Maybe obsession is just love left alone too long.
Close Enough to Touch explores obsession born from distance and unanswered longing. The speaker becomes consumed by their desire to break through another person’s emotional walls, craving every hidden part of them despite being constantly kept at arm’s length.
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19/F/maryland
7d ago
May 28, 2026 at 4:15 PM UTC
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