But the second you had laid hands on me,
Touched me,
Hugged me,
I lost it,
Before,
Two months ago,
Your arms around me would have been home for me,
But that one moment your skin met mine,
I almost gave in,
Hugged you back,
I almost cried on your shoulder,
Like I had before,
I didn't though,
That was the past,
And I live in the present,
Where your face,
Your voice,
Your touch,
Makes me want to die,
A slow painful death,
Because the thought of you and I, together,
Is to die for.
