All The Things

Sometimes,

I just want to reach out.

Tell you all the things.

Thoughts,

Fantasies,

Desires,

Feelings.

Cravings.


But I resist.

I don’t always know why.

Maybe,

I need you to

Ask me.

To know you

Want to know.

Not to push

You away

With my

Unsolicited

Dreams.

 

I know I always, 

Always, 

Want to hear

Yours