I fear that I am not getting over you as I thought.
I know you and I want two different things.
You say ‘just friends’
but I am driven wild by the thought of kissing you.
It may be selfish, but I would give anything for the memory of my touch to be the only thought running through your head at 3am when you can’t sleep.
I want to be the ghost of a feeling at the back of your mind which you can never quite shake.
I want you to dream about me,
To feel the hollow aches of loneliness I felt when you left.
I just want you
to want me.
Dec 26, 2018
Dec 26, 2018 at 3:51 PM UTC
I fear that I am not getting over you as I thought.
I know you and I want two different things.
You say ‘just friends’
but I am driven wild by the thought of kissing you.
It may be selfish, but I would give anything for the memory of my touch to be the only thought running through your head at 3am when you can’t sleep.
I want to be the ghost of a feeling at the back of your mind which you can never quite shake.
I want you to dream about me,
To feel the hollow aches of loneliness I felt when you left.
I just want you
to want me.
you were my first obsession; i want to be your last