• So much want
    Soul hollowing
    Pit-of-your-stomach
    Just plain old
    yearning
    To lean my head against your chest
    To feel my lips crush against yours
    To see the events in my head
    Played out, in real time
    In real life
    New feeling, new to this head-in-the-clouds nonsense
    Keep your feet planted, and firmly
    No more
    Hunger, the beginnings of an in-love smile
    Unfinished poem
    Because this isn't finished...
    This want
    This plan old yearning
    This soul-crunchingly strong hunger
    Won't leave me alone