to ache for what is not mine to have
to savour the burn of rejection,
without ever offering myself up to it.
because i know that its there
there is no doubt
the craving is all mine
i am all at once too much,
and yet not enough
i cannot raise my eyes
without the knowledge
that my every action
hides nothing of what i feel.
the hesitation
my lack of simple communication
my awkwardness is telling.
your presence quickens my pulse to such an extent
that when you are gone,momentarily
i am left empty,
almost in a state of panic.
in my mind,i must instil
you are just a man
just a man