What I Want, Forbidden to Me.

My breathing becomes increasingly erratic;
My heart starts to pound beneath my chest, out of control.
You smile at me, perfect lips upturned.
And for the briefest of seconds, everything here is right.

I want to feel every inch of you,
Skin on skin, lips on lips.
Perfect friction created,
Minds shrouded in lust, love, want, and ecstasy.

But that's only going to happen in my dreams now,
My own twisted fantasies [and the minds of fangirls].
Since you have her,
Blonde, skinny, perfect.

I'm all alone.

How we act on stage is just a part of my own mind,
Something to I can have a taste of my forbidden fruit.
Knowing I can't have or touch for real,
The second my lips brush your cheek.

When we're off stage,
I'm back to my normal, hyper, optimistic self.
You're back to her, on your cellphone,
I'm trying to hide my pain.

And I'm still all alone.

I'm waiting for the day,
When you come to me in tears,
Begging for me, pleading for me,
Even if it is just a broken, post-break-up stage.

I'll be waiting for it.
Waiting for you to end it with her.
Waiting for you to come to me.

But I'm so sick of waiting.

Aren't you, Ryan?

--B.B.U.

Poem by bill weasley.

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