Everywhere I go, I can feel your presence, you are one step behind me. It lingers around me, like a fragrance of a midsummer night's dream. Your invisible touch that haunts me even in my sleep. Your lips, so warm and soft, so cold and unable to be seen. Your soul next to mine, I can almost pretend that I am touching you, my fingertips playing a symphony of love and passion upon your sunburnt skin. Kiss me and make me feel beautiful, mister.

As I let my eyelids wander down over my darkbrown eyes, an image of you appear before me, and in a desperate attempt to actually feel your warmth, my hands reach out for your brawny figure. Do you remember when you took me in your arms? Do you remember when our souls embraced eachother, entwining around two beating hearts and whispering soft words of truth and reality? You did not know my name back then, and you still do not know. I always knew yours.

Buildings that shape and house my innermost fears and angst have been established within me, and everywhere I look, I see my own reflection being violated by Melancholy and Loneliness. But you are one step behind me, I can feel that gracious presence of yours that I have come to recognize and cherish, that I have come to love, and you make me calm. There is no visage to be seen as I turn around to face you, but you are there. I know you are. Your soul is here, and my heart aches and trembles as your thoughts reach me. I am merely a memory inside your mind, a memory of a summer day when our gazes pierced eachother and a fire came to exist within my once withered landscape of the soul. You still think about me. I let my mind wander to you, as well.
But I do not wish to be a memory. I want to be a part of your life during night and day. Do you want to take me in your arms for real this time? Do you want to stop dreaming and make a wish come true? Will you demolish my fright and anxiety?

A liquid crystal born in my eye, sneaking down my cheek. Your name is applied in the shape of a whisper on the Autumn wind that plays with my hair, and I can only close my eyes as the ache in my heart expands. I have no reason to cry, yet you always manage to make me feel weak and heart-broken. Once upon a time I believed in you and I thought that you wanted me the way I want you. I was wrong, so very wrong. My crime has to be paid for.
Slaughter my heart, why do you not? All I can offer is my love, pure and innocent, and you violently push me away with one hand while you caress me with the other one. Confusion - you make me confused and I feel cold. You make me feel dead inside. Still, I cling on the memory of you that I keep locked within a golden box inside my mind. Why can you not love me the way you used to?

Your intoxicating presence is all I need to be able to breathe. You are one step behind me at all times, the gentle hands touching my shoulders every now and then, as if to tell me that you think about me when all I can feel is your soul. When you really are not there in person. When in fact you have another woman in your bed. Only your soul and mine have experienced love and passion, you always pined after me. My mouth is never to be kissed by your delicate, exquisite lips.

You ripped my heart out of my chest and never gave it back to me. Oh, how I loathe you for that. If you could give it back to me, then my crime would have been paid for. My sin for loving you would be washed away, like waves that wash away lover's messages in the sand on a shore. Why do you not give me my heart back? There is a hole in my ribcage, take a good look at it. You left me incomplete. How I loathe you, how I desire to touch you.

Two souls, one imagination. A telepathic relationship, never to bloom in the harsh shape of reality.

Heartache. I cannot breathe. Why will you not let me run free, to let me feel the wind under my wings? I need my freedom. I need to feel that I am alive. Need to feel your arms around me. But you are not there. Only the essence of your soul lingers around me along with your invisible presence, and there is nothing to hold on to.
My attraction for you must be quenched. You must wither and die within my heart.

One step behind - you are one step behind me. Will the time come when you stand before me and face all that I am, once and for all? Let us stop playing games. Let my soul die in peace.