The love bug

I sit in my bed, sheets wrapped around my warm body, my cheeks rosy. I wait for him to answer, I wait and wait, unable to do anything but.

I wish I could write as though I thought; obsessively, uncontrollably,  passionately. 

I lay my chin on top of my knees and stare at the wall, I drown myself with thoughts of you.

You.. You.. You. All that ever races on my mind, your words, your smirk, your lips..

Everything I imagine a cruel, explicit fantasy that only my cloudy thoughts will know.

I wish I could write as I loved; warmly, loudly, and absorbed.  

I love many, I love lots, but with you I can not. I can not love another when you're in my sights, I will never love another when I see those sweet eyes.

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But I stay silent, minding my lines. I cannot get hurt if I wear my disguise.