I hold onto you
like I’m holding onto thin air; impossible to grasp.
I try to contain you in a glassed bottle
to find you leaking at the bottom.
I breathe you in and refuse to exhale,
but suffocation snaps me back to reality.
Do I have to spell it out for you?
– How I desperately ache for the physical version of you?
– How I yearn for that skin of yours?
Do I have to beg you for your touch?
Do I have to show you the weak vessel I have become in exchange for the love I still have for you?