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It hurts to want It hurts to admit It hurts more to cage these feelings away The yearning Or perhaps the potential of us being a distant dream I wish to have Questions unasked and unanswered They stay hidden. Kept. Like a treasure meant to be found in a century or two. Perhaps that’s how long I’d yearn for you. Features I could barely describe, I have not been given the privilege to speak of It hurts to yearn. To ache for a love that’s not even lost because I haven’t or will never own you. I never wish to. Am I terrible? God, am I? The second chance I’d hoped for was dreamt of me to take it with you. You feel warm. You feel safe. You’re beautiful. I ache for you. To be with you. What shies me away? You’d think me a fool for forgetting the counts of nights I’ve dreamt of dreaming of you All so I could then again see a portrait and a painting of your eyes, your smile, your skin, your hair A distant dream, all it just is Sometimes I wish you found someone else to coddle with To love you better than any man I wish so I could ache So I could ache and walk away So I could walk away and find a new dream I prayed For once, not for my mother’s sake But rather mine My sake would be damned saved if i would be given the right The right to stare The right to hold The right to touch The rights of being yours. And I’ve written thousands of words Some unkept, some thrown off Some about how I wish you knew Because I want this to end It hurts to say good bye It hurts to stop It hurts to want to make it stop hurting Because I know it would mean erasing whatever streaks I’ve painted of you in my head The colors The sharp curve of your lips Your eyes Gods Your eyes. I don’t even know you It hurts It hurts to want to talk away It hurts to have to walk away A sign will do Shy me away Please do