the countless of dreams i've had of all the things i wish i could do with you have turned sore. these dreams. no. nightmares, have not changed but your feelings towards me have. now i know what you want. now i know i'll never be able to hold your hand and tell you how much i love you. i'll never be able to whisper about the futures i wish to have with you as we lay in bed with not a care in the world except the other. i know that's not what you want. but what you want is my body. you want to lay in bed and touch me as you please. you want to feel my touch not hear me speak of out future. because you, do not want a future, but you want a present. a touch.
