Maybe I've been wrong before
or maybe what I say doesn't matter anyway
but my love,
how I adore you.
I want to find your lips in the 2am darkness
and wrap my body around you,
holding you, keeping you close,
making you mine.
But darling,
you have another naked body to lay beside
and I am just the suffocating lover
that craves you.
You are hers,
not mine.
How do I take what is not mine
with these ghost eyes and stumbling words?