Chased.

I love you, I love you, I love you
but I don’t, I don’t, I don’t.

I remind myself it’s just limerence,
how poetic and gut-wrenching to be this self-aware.

Don’t kid yourself into thinking it’s love.

I wish you could have wanted me,
could have honored all your promises.

I wake up from dreams of being close to someone,
not even touched, just close.

I want you to run back to me,
say “it was all a mistake!”.
I want you to walk with me
when the darkness clouds my reasoning.

I want to stop chasing you.

I want to sever this connection.