This boy is not good for my nervous system.
Every time I see him, my body ignites
a wildfire beneath my skin.
The tension when our eyes lock… it’s unbearable.
The hunger to kiss him.
To touch him.
To crawl beneath his skin and live there.
I ache to know him.
Not just the surface
I want to dive into his mind,
get lost in his thoughts,
memorize every secret he’s never told anyone.
I crave his arms,
his lap,
his lips on my breasts,
his hardness inside the soft, wet ache of my femininity.
I want him to be obsessed.
I want to haunt him.
To be the reason he stays up at night,
the echo in his head,
the fuel that drives him to be better , for me.
I want to be the storm he worships.
We kissed.
He wanted more.
God, I wanted more too.
But I couldn’t let him have it all, not yet.
I saw the lust blazing in his eyes.
He said he wanted to fuck.
And I want to see that hunger again.
Feel his hands.
Taste his tongue.
Drown in that fire.
He asked me what I wanted.
I told him, “You.”
But he doesn’t know how much.
He doesn’t know how hard the flashback
of that night
choke me with longing,
make me want to run back for more
for the thrill,
for the chaos.
But this man… he’s not good for me.
He’s going to ruin me.
Emotionally.
My heart races around him.
I can’t breathe.
I’m stressed.
Shaking.
He has a girlfriend.
She’s beautiful.
But I don’t care.
I want him anyway.
I want to be in his arms.
I hate this feeling.
I hate that I don’t know how to stop.
I want to scream.
Tear myself apart just to make it end.
I just saw him now
he spent the day with her,
He looked content.
And all I wanted
was to kiss him.
To forget everything.
But I couldn’t.
I’m losing myself.
This is breaking me.
Driving me insane.
How do I make it stop?
