Sometimes,
I want to hold you
so close
there won't be an
inch of space
between us.
My heart,
your heart,
beating at the same tempo.
Because you're so warm,
and the world is so cold
without you.
And most of the time I'm afraid
to let you know
how afraid I am
of being without you.
But when I want to hold you
close,
so close,
so close,
I stop myself.
I shouldn't be stuck to you,
and I don't need to
tell you
'I love you' a thousand times,
or show you in a thousand ways,
because you know.
But let me,
please.
Let me beg on my knees,
and weep at your feet,
and scream til our ears bleed,
until I can hold you.
Oh, but if you'd let me.
So, let me.
I beg.
