Poetry Anthology

Into the deep end.

I'm not usually like this.
I want you. Not for the right reasons though, however I want you nonetheless. There's a incessant need, a growing need for you that I don't quite understand.

You're not good for me and I know it. There's no future for us, that I know too.

Maybe it's because we as people tend to want what we can't have, just to want it.

Maybe it's because the forbidden fruit is unthinkably more attractive than the fruit that isn't.
An Lord help me because I'm close to reaching out for a bite.
For a taste of you.

I think about you more than I should.
I think about the things I'd say to you, the things I'd do for you.
What I'd do to you...how I'd touch you.
Love you.

I find my chest contracting, a flurry in my stomach.
What's happening to me?

Why I do sneak glances in your direction and feel such a thrill when you look up at me.

I'm far over my head.
I'm in the deep end, a pool of desire, uncontrollable need.
It's almost uncomfortable.
How unfair it is.
Assuming we will never explore each in this life.
There's so many things in the way.
Like we're meant to be away from each other.

And yet I feel this magnetic pull towards you.
I don't know if you feel too.
All I know is if you were to get a taste of me and me a taste of you.
We could become addicted.
I just can't help and explain how I feel...
Do you feel like the same?

You're not good for me. God I know it.
Nor am I for you.
But my need.
My disease.
You.

I hope it's not showing.
I'm not designed for this.
I don't believe in long lasting affections.
But I want you nonetheless.
I'm so far gone... into the deep end.
Lord help me as it all unfolds.
I'm not usually like this.

-M