Can someone be addicted to closeness?
"Yes. Intimacy of all kinds can be so intoxicating"
Sliding hands under tables and up skirts is his own form of loving
Childishly, he hopes he'll reach out and touch someone one day
His hands are covered in the perfume of other girls he's been rubbing
So even though I love him, I'll keep pushing him away
He's intentions are so sincere,
he chases them not out of his own lust and desire
but because of his fear:
the anxiety of being left lonely and unlovable in his head is a liar.
Don't mistake my affection for the romantic kind,
he is a soul I wish to save and that is all,
but even though I don't want to hold him I still find
I lay awake at night knowing he could be my downfall.
