I yearn for your touch,
Your lips on mine,
Your face in my hands,
Your hair around my fingertips.
I'm not trying to upset you,
Or change your mind,
You did what you did,
For a reason,
I'm a man of reason,
Common sense and rationale,
But right at this moment,
My mind is scattered,
There is no room for thought,
When emotion sets in,
It's like the foot in the door,
Of my broken heart,
It's like the ache in your toes,
Once they're cold,
You can't get them warm,
No matter how hard you try.
I'm sorry to shove it in your face like this,
I know it hurts you too,
But writing helps my mental state,
Releases the tensions built inside,
Instead of other things,
Methods,
Ways,
Of lessening the pain.