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Want

While I sit and construct a face from memory,
Warm pools in my gut,
Curling around my wildly heart.

Are my thoughts grounded in reality?
Or the ever growing urge to hold her against my chest.
No fantasy exists now though,
Reality cuts through my dreams.

To think,
My affections are so expertly concealed that my mind panics at the sight of them on paper.
Palpable and real.

But she stands so far away from these words,
Oblivious.

Unknowing of my admiration,
Every glance of beautiful brown eyes excite me,
Despite knowing what she�s seeing.

It isn�t right to love when you�re unlovable,
But I still allow myself grace to want.

Her laugh is my purpose,
To know I coaxed the sound from her lips,
There is no greater joy.

She appears in my dreams,
Chasing me in my one solace,
Love unvoiced is still inescapable.

Her jokes,
Words I want so desperately to believe.
They are fuel to me.

Make me sink onto my knees like a fool,
Begging for permission to worship her.

I try and beg wordlessly,
Contort my features to plead,
But to no avail.

I am a coward,

A love sick coward.