Because I craved him when he was far,
I loathed him when his skin was inches from mine.

Because when his presence was absent I filled my head with dreams of him,
I thought of the danger he could do when his skin was inches from mine.

Because my heart beat started to race everytime I saw him and he didn't see me,
I remembered when he did see me when his skin was inches from mine.

Because I wanted to kiss him oh so badly,
I was repulsed just as his lips where close and when his skin was inches from mine.

Because I wanted him to ask me to be his girlfriend,
I started to cry as he looked in my eyes when his skin was inches from mine.

Because I didn't want to be scared of loving him any longer,
I ran away when his skin was inches from mine.

Hannah Marie ©