The Untouchable.

I know that you’re always just going to be there, whether it’s in my thoughts or physically in front of me.

But I can’t help but think that I can’t have you when you’re the only one that I see.

What am I supposed to do if you’re always out of reach?

I wish there were some sort of lesson I could learn already because I was never elementary to teach.

I don’t know what’s supposed to happen at this point, because leaving the thought of you isn’t easy.

I think even if I moved 5000 miles away, I’d still have you around my mind like the wind when it’s breezy.

I wonder if I’m as unreachable to you as you are in my view.

I hate thinking it has to be this difficult because it’s the toughest thing I’ve had to do.

I don’t know where to go from here; it’s not precisely something obvious.

It’s thrown me off for so long I wake up thinking about it without knowing what time it is.

I hope you don’t think about it as much as me, but if you do, it’d only be fair.

These thoughts are going to be the ones that I keep forever though, because I don’t think I’ll ever share.