Your intentions, melt me. But your actions, they burn me. Hopelessly, listlessly, achingly, debating the ifs ands, or buts. They all wear me out. My soul lusts for you as much as my lips. And my heart craves these deep desires.  To write poems on your skin with my fingers. To study the map of your scars and hear your stories told by your veins. You are forbidden and you are difficult. Selfish. Enthralling and unattainable. A puzzle i'd spend everyday to uncover the beautiful image hidden within the scattered pieces. Because within you I find more than anyone else ever could. And I wouldn't stop chasing you even if my lungs reached maximum capacity.