There isn't a word in existence
That fully captures what I'm feeling,
As I lay here, reeling,
Wrapped up in the fantasy of you.
Your whispered words are repeated,
Like a cassette tape of memories,
Rewound and replayed until frayed,
And I realise only then, at the end,
Just how deep these feelings were seated.
Bittersweet doesn't cover it,
Because there is no bitterness here,
Only some bastard child of Love and Fear,
Birthed in a sea of blurred lines.
You taught me pleasure with such care,
Caressing your way into my heart,
With your endless passion, often fashioned
In the form of sweetness and devotion,
Ending before the pain became too much to bear.
Now I sit here thinking,
Of ways to reach out to you,
Ways to excuse what I long to do,
So we can indulge in each other's embrace.