Why is it so difficult to write about you?
I cannot seem to be able to decide about you.
All I ever seem to do is think of you.
I wait all day for a glimpse of you.
I wait all night for a caress from you.
All I really do is need you.
All I ever do is love you.
I cannot seem to connect with you.
I find myself often barred from you.
I know how much I anger you.
Can’t you see how much I have for you?
I’m frightened I will be destroyed by you.