Leave Me

Yearning is the best kind of love.

Fantasy, theory, mystery

That sickening feeling when you imagine a touch

A kiss, an embrace.

Don’t touch me. Please, please do.

My heart drops and throws my throat into seizure

Don’t kiss me, please.

My hand pressed against your chest,

I’ll push you away.

But I’ll remember the texture of your shirt

The give of your body.

My love comes easily

And bleeds out from under my fingernails.

Don’t you hear us?

We’re drunk, we’re idiots

We’re rambling to the stars

We know, they don’t give a damn.

Oh, god. I’m drowning.

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