ellahates

This frustration is starting to become overwhelming. Everytime I see you, this want grows stronger. Everytime we talk about it, the reasons we arn't together become clearer. I want to know what your thoughts are. I want your passion. I want to connect to what you're hiding from me. But you won't stop hiding. Everytime I try harder to release your feelings. You pretend they arn't there. You hide what I want most in you. Your mind. Your soul. Your passion. I want what's inside of you, more then anything right now. You never would, let me touch your soul.

Longing. That's it. I want. To the point where I think I need. I know I don't. But I want. And I want. And I long. Would giving in, be an abuse? An abuse to my body and mind? To have want you long for. To know it will ravage you. And leave you. And you will want. Again. Until you hate.

Dear Infatuation, So far, every night we've been apart, I have dreamed that we were together. Dear Dreams, What are you trying to tell me? Why do you point me in the direction i know is wrong? Dear Self, Why do I linger in hopes that the hopeless will become reality? Dear Longing, You dream of a connection that never happened. You long for someone who isn't there. Dear Beautiful Woman, You'l get over it.