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.