Drug.

Desires.

You can't imagine how frustrating it can be.

I would love to scream how much I miss you.

The feeling of touch you under my covers.

Seriously, what are you waiting for?

My hands are tired, they are scratching my bed  every fucking night.

Maybe I don't know what I'm doing right now,

but this sensation is killing me slowly.

Mornings are grey, nights are blue.

Like your eyes...

I need you on the top of me.

Your warmth.

Your lips...

Your body, your skin.

I can't live without them.

Ergh.
I'm sick of this.