I felt I was on fire with the things I could have told you.

We were back in the same place,

too many times before we've been here.

Saying the same old things,

expecting a different result.

I wanted him to want me, to really want me.

Not just to say it, to make it happend.

I didn't want to want him anymore,

but I really did want him.

confused, much?

Maybe I am too.

The phone conversations flashed through my mind,

and when he drove all night just to meet me in the morning,

if he loved me why couldn't he just say it?

what was he waiting for?

and somehow my lips ached,

and my hands burned with desire to touch him,

but I couldn't

I shouldn't

He wasn't mine to hold,

and he would forever hold my heart in his hands,

not even wanting it,

not even knowing it.