But I Want It

The more you want it the more you want it. Have you ever wanted something so bad it occupied your mind for days? I mean weeks, it took up all the space and left none for the program. It made cozy the ridges of your brain, built a home there. I'm talking something you just have to have. Something that might somehow already seem like it's yours, but not quite just yet. Something you feel. The thought of it brings movement in your body. Heat of flesh. Goosebumps. Just at the thought. It yearns and you I do too. At least I want it to. At least I hope it does. I think it thinks about me just a little bit more than I do. A name on the brain of a desire I can't contain; it comes to me. I'm too much for it. I fill up too much space for stagnancy. Rattle a few cells, poke holes in some truths that I thought I knew were real. The physical is needed to ease a mental overload of desire. The real thing. It comes I hope I do too. But you first. Too much. Too much. Too much. Too many thoughts. I find what I seek.

Poetry about Desire:

Too much thought I think.

Just let me have it.

p.s. idk what this is. my mind is all wonky.