Afraid to touch me

Guess, you're afraid to touch me!

The fact that you don't exist exhausts me every day. Even if you're real, I'm a stranger to you. You are just a part of my imagination and this stupid blood pumping muscle inside my chest wants you to be mine at the expense of my emotions. One emotion in particular called LOVE. But it's just me! I let you be inside my mind. Deep down I want to be loved and that vague image of yours just does that. You turn your sight, stare into my eyes for seconds and then smile and look away. Sometimes I get a hold of you and gaze at the intriguing features your face possesses. The hair has that color. The sunset, far far away in that horizon almost matches it. That skin so smooth, silk threads envy it. Your eyes are so baffling, they retain all the mystery that is you. It's almost impossible to describe you without sounding cheesy. I get close to you, our breaths synchronize, heartbeats are raucous, and I close my eyes to feel the heavenly sensation of your lips touching mine. But alas! You fade away. Guess, you're afraid to touch me.