Insomnia
When all of my thoughts are so loud.
And the overwhelming sound shouts ‘stupid...’
That is enough to make me stop. And think
It is enough for now that all I want is time spent with you.
It makes me shine inside. I hope that you are there.
But you are not really.
Embroiled elsewhere.
Passion
Lust
Desire
But not for me.
Destined to watch from the side lines.
The intoxicating drug of you I didn't quite get to try
Respecting the boundaries of marriage, but not this.
Undone
Lonely
Alive
Wondering...
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Comments1
It is torture to want something so bad and no you should not have it. Wonderfully expressed. Thank you for sharing.
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