Cracked Insides Tend to Leak Sometime

your lips aren't coming close to mine.
they hold back when i get close.
your fingertips are on my legs.
soft and subtle, double dose.
we talked about the future prime
and how it seemed so far away.
i'm standing here with you, right now.
but the page we're on is not the same.

i'm screaming on the inside, love,
my pulsating lips need your kiss.
you're the advantage of summer,
the tempting charm that i can't touch.
you're like an expensive diamond
behind shards of bullet proof glass.
i can't touch you, you don't touch me.

i hate all of the hurt you do.
so why can't i get over you?

communication becomes rare.
i'm too petrified to speak now.
staring at the back of your head,
my mind begins to wonder how.
the ignorance is horrible,
i want to feel that lust again.
you shrug me off with every chance,
you were commendable back then.

i'm innocent, but dreaming, love.
my head won't let go the regret.
you're the advantage of summer,
the tempting charm that i can't touch.
you're like an expensive diamond
behind shards of bullet proof glass.
i can't touch you, you don't touch me.

i hate all of the hurt you do,
so why can't i get over you?

(idfk what else to add. maybe another time when i truly feel like writing more on this topic, i will. but for now, i'm totally not going to bother thinking.)