Disclaimer: I wrote this while my Math prof. was yapping about it, and, well she inspired me to do something with my time, which wasn't employed in her class, but nonetheless, it was something productive, right?
It's mine and ya can't steal it!!! This was written after RADAR LOVE. About a year or so ago. I Can't… Fate

He's sitting right in front of me
and I can't touch him.
I CAN'T TOUCH HIM,
Not even my breath, he can feel.

He's right there and I can't feel him.
I can't touch him,
I can't hug him,
I can't kiss him,
I can't run my hands through his hair,
I can't caress his stubbly cheeks,
I can't show my feelings and my affection towards him.

And I hate myself, because it is all… my fault.

It is my fault that our friendship's falling apart.
It's my fault that he hurts as he sits in front of me,
longing for me to touch him.

But what we both know is that all of the
deities in the world can no longer have a say;
because if FATE has spoken,
Who are we to question it?
Only one question remains:

"If it's meant to be… why is it so hard?".

He's sitting right in front of me
and I can't touch him;
but I'll never forget the days I did.