i want to touch you
but its shameful
and you're on the other side
of the yellow line
in the carriage
beyond the gap
a world away
a different track

we don't realise
how much there is left unsaid
till we don't see each other
for half a year
and you push me away
when i hold you near
and you mouth words
my anxiety tells me you don't mean
though you tell me
it was instinctual
some part of me tells me
that i suppose it must be something real

glitter
coats your eyelids
and the visible light spectrum
clouds the streets
till all we can see
are rainbows
but im staring at your lips
kissing your neck and cheek
holding you close to me
like magnets
there is a force
we've tried to ignore
but it's pulling me
to you.