Of the words unspoken

I want to tell you I want you here with me

But that's selfish.

I want you to rub my feet and hand me water

But that's selfish.

I want you to tell me you love me

I want to feel you reach out for my hands

Only for me to pull away.

Why do I pull away?

Instinct. That's all I can say.

I want to scream and yell at you

I want to sit and nag at you

I want to tell you the gazillion things you can do differently.

I want to yank your arm and bite down

And feel your skin against mine

It's cold here without you.

It always is.

I want to rub your neck

And nuzzle my face into your chest

Grasp at your chest

Dig my toes into your calves.

I hate being away from you

I hate hating being away from you.