Crush
What’s the harm?
I let my mind wander toward the idea of you Who could you really be? What do you like? Where do you spend your time?
You are half you and half what I make you be.
My thoughts go wild…
They give you a voice, a personality, they put words in your mouth.
I don’t know you, so I make you. I will never have you, so it is safe to pretend I might.
What would you and I do? How long could we entertain ourselves, in a room, just our skin and us?
I don’t know. I will never know. So I allow my mind to go astray.
It is fun. It is a pleasure.
I touch everything I want, you smooth your hands over every bit of me.
It’s all in my head.
Ideas walk back and forth. I know I can get very creative.
And although not a word will ever escape my lips, although my hands will never know the feeling of your skin, what’s the harm in thinking about what it all would be like?
