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Dec 2018
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
Written by
lilith  15/F
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