Weak in your love

You. It’s all I can think about sometimes. Why you though? Why does the heart want the person who I can’t have? It’s puzzling how you really can’t control the way you feel for someone because it’s not the things you do for me. It’s the way you see the world. The way you breathe. It’s the way the sunlight hits your face, the wind blowing through your hair. Your scent… I want you but can’t have you… And the desire to have your utmost attention is insatiable… nothing fulfills the need to want to be with you.

Me? I will always be weak in your love.