YOU

You talk to me as if you don’t remember what I said. As if I would forget myself. My thoughts are always filled with visions of you, wanting to touch you whenever you are near. My hands on your face, my legs wrapped around you. The sweet torturous pain I feel knowing you don’t feel the same. Knowing these are dreams never fulfilled. Every day I can’t wait to see you. I keep my distance to protect myself. I said I would never write you again and I won’t. I write to myself. I picture your face and cry your name when I bring myself to orgasm. Every morning. I’m jealous anytime you talk to another woman. I know you want to be friends but it is almost unbearable for me. I don’t know why, when I asked you to let me be, you didn’t.  While to keep my distance is what I need, it is most certainly not what I want. No amount of time could be long enough for me to forget you.