Wistful

Would you think less of me if I told you

I miss running my fingers through your hair
Kissing you like you’re my air and I can’t catch my breath

Would you think less of me if I said
you’re in the breaths I take and the taste of alcohol on my tongue
the way the vodka burns my throat

What would you say if I asked you
come over and feel our bodies intertwined
whisper in my ear and tell me you feel this too

I want to stare
eyes speaking words we were too afraid to say
lips moving too fast for our thoughts to keep up

You’d probably think less of me if I told you
I don’t need you
I need to feel something other than you
in my bed
in my silent thoughts
in the way he says my name

You’d think less of me

But it can’t be worse than what I think of you