SnowAlready

Strange lips touch and part, hearts wandering.  Were you thinking of me?

Just the thought of it fills me with…I don’t even know.

I feel like I have so much love to give, and no where to put it.  I’m lonely, and yet thoughts of being close…they make me sick.  I daydream about hesitant smiles, new faces to memorize, my own wandering. 

But afterwards I feel

I don’t want to love you anymore.  I don’t want to love anyone.

I wish I were in control.  I want to fondle hearts, I want to pull breath from boy lips.

I want to make them ache.