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The desire within


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My fingers itch and burn with the desire to message you.

My brain is exploding with what it needs to say.

Moving forwards, not backwards.

Learning and growing.

My safe place is a crisis but never a constant throughout the storms of daily life.

You got in my head again.

You almost got in my heart.

Distance, remember, distance myself for both of our safety.

Or light the touch paper and see how long we burn for.

Stars burn for aeons, I believe we would too.

Yet I allow my fingers to itch instead of reaching for you.

I know you, I understand you and I know you hate that.

One day you’ll think of me, and I hope you smile fondly.

My more is more than you will give and for now that has to be the end.

I cannot live with the burning, desperate itch in my fingers and my need for you to need it too.

Love,

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