I feel my body ignite when you look at me, and it hurts.
It hurts to want you.

Can you see the fire tearing holes in me?

You've inched your way into every corner of my mind like a disease.
I see my breath in the frigid winter air and it reminds me of you.

When I close my eyes, I can almost feel your hand on my waist.
My heart quickens and drops into my stomach.
I open my eyes.
You're still not there.

Can you feel how much I crave your bare skin against mine?

Listen for me in the quiet crunch of the dirt as you run.
Listen for me in the puff of smoke from your lips,
and the bright orange of a sunset.
Did you see the bird that just soared by?
That was me.

If you saw me everywhere, like I see you,
Your heart would constantly beat faster, and your stomach would do flips.
You wouldn't be able to sleep at night.
Your bones would ache every moment of the day.

But you don't.

It's okay.
Sometimes I think I'll never stop wanting you, though.
Sometimes I think that my heart will always beat faster when you look at me,
that my breath will always catch, and my stomach will always twist into knots.

Sometimes I wish I could explain to you how much it hurts,
how much it hurts to want you.