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.
7d ago
May 28, 2026 at 4:15 PM UTC
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.