poetry for the poetic: 4

one hundred and twenty three.

 i wanted you so badly my veins pulsed with the aching sting of rejection and loneliness.

i wanted you. 

i wanted to laugh into your chest and intertwine my fingers with yours.

i wanted to caress your collar bone and write a poem on your neck with my lips. 

i wanted to love you, 

and i wanted you to love me too.