I want more.

Something more.
More than this.
The waiting,
the memories,
the emails
and the promises
are not enough.

Have you ever felt that way?
When ghosts and the words are never enough?

I want more.
So much more.
I search and look for more.
But I can never get enough.
The random chats and the visits.
I want more.

But it just feels so damn wrong.
Wanting something that
you're not supposed to want.
Feeling something
you're not supposed to feel.
I want more.
That is all I know for now.

That one special moment in time
left me hungry for more.
Yet I am grasping at straws,
never knowing if
what I am feeling is mutual.
I want more.
I can't get enough.
And the hardest part
is not being able to say
what I truly feel.
I want more.
Yet I am afraid.
Afraid that when I fall
I won't be caught.
Afraid to try.
Afraid to ruin everything.
Afraid that this is just
another one of life's games.
Afraid to be the victim again.

My pride is talking.

Yet the hunger in me
is awaken again.
I want it.
I want more.
And I can't wait to feel
that raw emotion
that blinds you
when you are overcome by it.
That moment when the world stops
and the only thing that matters
is fulfilling your desires.
When sight and sound is limited
and you can only feel.

I want more.

Please catch me.
Or just let me go.