There's a feeling
inside of me,
that I quite
don't understand.
I get it when I see you.
Even when I think of you.
I get it when you say my name.
Either way, the felling
is still the same.
Your face and all of you,
torments me in my dreams.
You keep me wishing,
wanting more.
Even when I'm not asleep.
I tremble at the thought of
losing you.
I'm afraid of how my life would be
without you.
But what makes me cry with my hands
wrapped around my knees,
is watching you with someone,
but that someone not being me.
