He haunts me.
The idea of him, of us, tortures my daily life.
I think about him when the morning light hits my eyes.
I feel him when my bed is empty.
I see him all over my apartment, even if he’s miles away.
It’s killing me because I don’t have him.
I don’t have him in my embrace and it is burning me alive.
I await for a call, a text, every day like a dog waiting for their own to come back from a deadly war.
You are so merged into my life
That I forget I even have one.
Your absent touch eats alive at my skin and it burns.
I want to rip away parts of me that are infected by your presence.
I want to hug you and carve my name into your flesh, as you do mine.
I want to scream and curse you for making me this way,
This desperate and this inhumane.
I want to swallow you whole so you can reside within me for eternity and beyond.
I want this haunting to end and for us to finally become one.