More Time

I feel like I need him badly,
it’s like a drug.
Itching to be near him.
Craving to touch him,
and dying without him.
I feel so attached
and yet not scared.
It can be exhausting,
but I love him.
As much as these words
pained me in the past,
they’re uplifting me in the present.
That’s what matters most,
the present.
My heart breaks
when we fight
but it makes us stronger.
My soul quivers at your voice
yet you hold me still.
What else can I ask
from something so beautiful?
Something so breathtaking and happy?
More time, that’s all I ask.


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