I don't know why I keep writing about you,
when the day turns gray,
I inevitably fall into the arms of longing,
and I pray to fate,
to feel your lips on mine again,

in some twisted way,
I need you with me,
your attention lifts me to places I've never been before,
I feel like me again,
change of skin,
my mask falls,
an old version of me that is anchored to despair,
to the crime of loving you,
platonically,
romantically,
I long for you with guilt,
and mischievous at the same time,

Am I crazy?
you don't even read me,
I wish you would..