There will be no more tingles on my skin.
I wanted him more than I could say.
But all he wanted to do was play.
I really do understand.
And just wanted to hold his hand.
Be his very special friend.
Take care of him until the end.
My passion is so very strong.
A compulsion grew before very long.
I wanted him so much every day.
But I fucked it up and pushed him away.
The sadness is filling me up to the brim.
Now it’s only chills on my skin.
My cravings are still the same.
I could cry when I see his name.
From feelings that are so conflicted.
It’s a mix of joy and pain it’s like a sickness.
The joy of having gotten to know him.
And the pain of missing all his whims.
I can’t believe he would not talk to me.
I will let some time pass and then we’ll see.
I hope he can understand.
He is my desire, my favorite man.
I don’t think I can ever stop wanting him.
Though my chances are so very slim.
I wanted him to need me so bad.
But he is not alone and that makes me glad.
So many others want me all of the time.
But he is the only one I wanted to make mine.
To care for him and make all his fantasies come true.
But I pushed him away and now he’s through.
I hope he thinks fondly of me.
And someday comes back and does not flee.