I do believe you've captured my attention,
Though whether or not that was you intention you've yet to decide.
Hearing you name on my lips,
Sounding your voice in my ears
Again and again, replaying those moments,
Clinging to those seconds we lived in,
Afraid to let them pass,
Fearing that those will be the last
I ever get to share with you.

I'm lost, my eyes grow haunted,
Focus crushed, hunger slows - abated,
As I hunger for your touch, be it:
Your voice on my skin,
Your body unto my eyes,
Your heartbeat within my head.
This desire is sickening.

Moments pass and I'm thinking of you, again.
Your voice sounds upon my lips, again,
As I remember the sound of mine on yours -
No, that wasn't a Freudian slip,
But I can make it one if you want.

I can't stop as my brain talks.
Despite how I try, ever it goes on.

And there you are.

Sleep, please help me.