It’s like I no longer crave him
But yet I’m yearning for the soft melodies that drip off your tongue.
You have me wrapped around your finger, and I’m slowly feeding this fear inside of me that is quickly killing me.
I crave the soft brush of your fingers, and the gentle notion of need.
It’s as if there’s this dam getting ready to crack, and all at once I just want to throw myself into your arms.
To feel the sweet rhythm of your heart, and how I wish that it beats for me.
Yet, this should all be wrong.
The fear and hatred of oneself for craving another when you already have ones love wrapped in your grip.