God, it’s like you’ve got my body in a trance my mind locked into your being. I think about you now, more than I probably should. I want that touch and that embrace, but you walk away. You always say you gotta’ leave, even when I want you to stay. I know that the situation is sticky, and I wish no harm to you … or the other. But, something has to give and something has to work. For once, there’s something and it feels good. Maybe it should just stay like this; maybe I need to get my shit together before we can go
there. That’s okay, I’m fine, I’m fine. I’ll manage this, I’ll stop my bitching. You make me melt.