I want you.
I need you.
I require to be with you.
That sniff of your perfume just isn’t enough.
That snippet of hair kept in that box.
It just doesn’t amount to very much.
I need your laugh and your smile.
I need to to be with you,
just for a while.
Maybe an earring would suffice,
But Monday night would be twice as nice.
You can try to run
But you can’t hide
In the end I’m the only way to survive.
Long nights drawn further
down the lane
I’ve gathered items to detain
You’re long lost skin
and in the morning,
I’ll meet your mother.