Cruel - Poem by Claire Abbott
Your name swims in my head, calling out to me,
shouting, never leaving me in peace.
I can't help but think of you.
You are at the forefront of my mind, playing games.
My heart yearns for you, my body aches to feel you close,
to smell you, to taste you, to have you to myself.
Its cruel. I'm clinging onto the edge, wanting it so bad.
You have got me wrapped up in you so totally.
Yet, my heart breaks too. Do you want me?
On and off, hot and cold, messing with my feelings.
I want you, I want you but how do I tell you?
So wrong but so right. Please want me to.
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