Never hated…

I’d honestly enjoy a few moments with you but I don’t want it to go to far. It would be nice to touch and feel my way around your sighs although I refuse to hurt your heart. I want you, I crave you. The sensation is a surge within. But if we get too close hate will soon be waiting in times way with the fading of our grins. I daydream of scenes played out in the reels on my mind. And even though my thoughts lack the physicality of our bodies being flush, my pulse takes flight. Oh how I’d come alive if we were to ever coexist briefly. Not that you’re not worth it, it’s just there’s no point in forcing a healing what needs not broken so stay happy. Everything ends. All good things take their turn and wind up elsewhere in an eventual circumstance where the situation is as similar to holding a right now kinda friend. So, from afar I remain silent in my fixation so I’m not the bad guy in your head. I’m possibly cheating us both outta a chance to adjust for the presence of an us but at least you don’t wish me dead. I’d rather keep it subtle and pretend not to be excited whenever you’re near. I can’t help but to wanna cling to you in ways we’d transform who we are in real time, captured in a picture as if it were a mirror.  Life hung on a wall would be great. Hearing your voice daily could be the great escape. I have a soft spot for you that makes me hard. Hope, passion, lusts, the lingering of all and the above I witness in your charm. I’ll prolly never be the me I need to be if I don’t speak of these things. But I’ll always be someone to you if I stay this version of myself and not just some fling.