A few years of desire I never meant to feel this way In fact, I never should've But this desire to be caressed by you Goes back to when we first pushed away You from me Me from you Turn away is what we've done And I stand here Healing A wound not yet complete Still tears through me I'm almost suffocated by the thought of you Saved by my sigh What a reflex! I could've died and ceased to contemplate you further Contemplate on the very fact That words you've said to me Were spoken into other ears. The heaviness in my heart Doesn't equate to a human connection My anxiety in the absence of hope I see you in my arm as a soul mate Yet all we do is hide But profound misgivings in my heart with regard to time, love, and self-importance makes the difference between angst and anxiety. My emotions are planets away from the ground that I stand on.