in that ancient bunk bed,
that made me hit my head.
I almost wish you didn't touch me,
in such a practiced way,
that no words can even say.
I almost wish you hadn't held me,
or ran those fingers down my spine,
while we were intertwined,
and I drank your love like wine,
as we let our lips align,
knowing all along, you won't be mine.
I almost wish it never happened,
that I could take back all the kissing,
because now I know what I'll be missing.
I almost wish I could rewind,
sit back, and safely fantasize,
except that means never having you at all.
