I don't want to call you, you.
I want to say your name.

You're not just a you to me.
Even though we can't be together,
I can't complain.

Even though each time we meet,
I think it rips us both apart.
You for being disloyal.
Me for my fragile heart.

Your face...
It's pure beauty.
Your jawline, smile, grace.

Your hair...
It melts through my fingers,
Whenever I'm in your embrace.

Your lips...
They seem to know me.
How they pull me closer in.

With you, being bad never felt so good.
For you, I'd always sin.

Your touch sends sparks right through me.
I wish I could have you any time.

But just like I can't force this poem...
I can't force you to be mine.