What I Want

Does it matter what I want? Would you listen if I tried to tell you? How my heartaches whenever I get close to you? How it's killing me each day to pretend that i'm ok with us just being friends. For me that's the case I don't how you feel your so good at concealing everything when all I want is for you to just reveal the truth. Even if it's harsh... I think I need some a good reality check cause right now I feel lost. On rainy days when I can't sleep I think about your lips. How I miss that kiss. How I would pay a fortune just to be able to kiss you passionately like before. Your hands that's another story. I miss them roaming down improper places on my body. I miss the way you'd make me feel like at least one thing in this world was real. A place where I could escape; I don't know about you but in your arms I always felt safe. It was a freedom for me; a certain kind of high. Now your making me experience withdrawl and honestly I don't want to fight it. I don't want to have to ignore the urge that grows stronger everyday. You and I in my mind paint so many vivid pictures that just won't go away. I want to feel you. I want to reach out to you. But does it matter what I want? Apparently not.