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.