no-fate-but-what-we-make:

I want to kiss you so
badly my lips burn like cigarettes.

Sitting next to you is
torture if I can’t feel your skin against mine, even briefly.

I want to back you up
against a wall and explore your mouth with mine.

The smallest touches
make me want more, but I know you cannot give it to me.

Kissing you would
mean breaking the façade I’ve held for so long.

I savor every small
moment we have together as if I will be dead by tomorrow.

If people paid more
attention they would notice just how much you mean to me.

I want to feel your
cold hands against my burning skin.

I need you more than
you know.

~The innermost thoughts of Andrew Minyard and Neil Josten