Thinking of his Girlfriend

I know my undoing
And I can’t
Stop.

I watch him from across the room.
A fire
Spreads from
The words we’ve said
The wrongs I did
Coming to fruition.  

I want his skin
On top of me
Between my thighs
Between my thoughts
Between the Moments
And the pauses in between.

I don’t know
How real he is
From what I’ve made him to be.
I’m beginning to see
He's not the god
That once I saw
But even more
In human form
A fallible
Breakable man

And maybe I’m in love
Maybe
It’s too early to tell
But he's getting too close
And it’s getting too real  

I write this for me
Not for you.
I’m looking for my way
I’m searching for my truth.