the hesitation

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