The itch is driving in too deep.
Where tranquility refuses to keep.
I`m screaming, I`m burning,
And on the inside, I`m churning.
Taken down in this firestorm
A pent up fury, desire-born.
His breath, so sweet, fills her air.
Runs his fingers through her hair.
It`s not my skin receiving his touch,
Even though it craves him way too much.
Envy has burrowed a home in my head.
Famished, it waits to be memory-fed.
Virtue and patience have dropped to the floor
Now the yearning`s igniting me to the core.
I don`t think I can take another night
Of pretending it’s me he`s embracing so tight.
But she can`t love him as true as I can.
I hate this wanting what I can`t have.
Brandi Guthrie
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wanting-what-i-can-t-have/
