Why can’t you want me like the other boys do?
They stare at me while I stare at you
Why can’t I keep you safe as my own?
One moment I have you the next you are gone
Rehearsed steps on an empty stage
That boy’s got my heart in a silver cage
Why can’t you want me like the other boys do?
They stare at me while I crave you
I walked into the room dripping in gold
Yeah dripping in gold
I walked into the room dripping in gold
Dripping in gold
A wave of heads did turn, or so I’ve been told
Or so I’ve been told
My heart broke when I saw you kept your gaze controlled
Oh I cannot solve
It’s true I crave you
Crave You
It’s true I crave you
Let’s just stop and think, before I lose face
Surely I can’t fall, into a game of chase
Around his little finger, that boy has got me curled
I try to reach out, but he’s in his own world
This boy’s got my head tied in knots with all his games
I simply want him more because he looks the other way
I am craving you
Crave.
LettersIllNeverSend.comWhat is this you’re doing to me?
What is it about you that causes this realist to have her head in the clouds? Usually such a cynic, you leave me able to do nothing but quote prose and love sonnets. Not many people put me in such a state…
”I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.”
I fear I won’t keep you wanting me as I want you. And oh, do I want you. You know this. How often our conversations go late into the night, regretting that we are unable to see each other as often as our starving hearts desire.
“I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.”
I know how tempting it is to satisfy this hunger elsewhere. Satiation, relief, is but a mere phone call away for me, as I am sure it is for you. Though I may feel content, it could never compare to the fullness that which even just your presence gives me.
My brain is saturated with you. I cannot even perceive an eloquent way to end this letter…
