I want you.
I want to taste you,
Let your cologne tease me and draw me closer.
I want to play with you,
Let my carefree side loose,
Let the wild in me take over.
You bring out the crazy in me,
Make me want to explore.
Every time I see you I fall deeper in love with you,
And when we are separated my heart breaks.
I long for you,
A longing that comes from deep within,
It is a fire that burns.
I am jealous when I hear your doing fine without me,
I want you to miss me the way I miss you,
To want to be with me so bad, it’s a longing deep inside the bones.
I don’t know if we were meant to be,
Because this feeling I don’t get from anybody else.
But I am not sure we will last the long haul,
We are separated by distance,
I don’t know if I can do a long distance for long,
And again I am not sure whether I would sacrifice,
All that I am, all that I have,
To be with you my love.
So I write sad love poems for you,
An ode to our love,
That’s not forbidden, yet feels like it is.
You are my dream,
Yet you are a fantasy,
A love that leaves me aching,
Wanting more but unable to commit,
You are my love,
An impossible love,
For everybody who has ever fallen in love with Mombasa but doesn’t live there, and misses it like crazy when they are away.
Potentash Founder. A creative writer. The Managing Editor at Potentash. Passionate about telling African stories and stories about the inclusion of minorities. Find me at firstname.lastname@example.org.
“We're all stories, in the end.” ― Steven Moffat