Always Wanting by Lora
Kat and Alfie go over their feelings as they brush past eachother behind the bar
Strong arms reaching past me for a bottle,
I lean in to inhale him,
eyes closed, senses alive and wanting.
Wanting to be with him, to feel his heart
beat against my chest in a tight embrace.
Wanting to walk proudly through the square,
hand in hand, bodies touching, connected.
Wanting him to know me inside and out,
to let him hold my pain in his hand and
tell me everything's going to be fine.
Wanting him to call me his own.
He steps away, eyes to the ground and I know
he doesn't want to look at me, why would he?
Wanting, always wanting but never getting.
He's out of reach, too good for a girl like me.
I love him. But he doesn't see me.
So I'll pretend to everyone, to myself that I don't love him.
Arms folded, her slender fingers caressing
her sleeve as I reach past her for the bottle,
I lean towards her more than is needed,
stepping into her personal space,
testing the ground and wanting to walk on it forever.
Her scent wraps around me and holds me,
I inhale, safe in this fantasy embrace,
Wanting to turn around and run my fingers
through her dark hair.
Wanting to kiss away the pain that sits
on the tip of her tongue,
Wanting to erase the years of heartache by
giving her my own heart.
She closes her beautiful eyes and I know I've
overstepped her boundaries, stolen her ground.
I move away, wanting, always wanting but never getting.
She's out of reach, too precious for a guy like me.
I love her. But she doesn't see me.
So I'll pretend to everyone, to myself that I don't love her.