My love for you has intertwined itself compactly with an intimate yearning that I can’t seem to shake.
It overtakes me in the late hours before my slumber..
And it embarrasses me how bad I want all but can never seem to have even a little to myself.
But I don’t deserve it. You belong to someone else. A heart yours is invested in. I’m disgusting for even thinking I could give you my love through that.
Have you ever said something or asked a question and almost immediately after saying it you regret putting your thoughts into the atmosphere. …?