Dear first crush,

 

For as long as I can remember, I've always envied

your taste.

Lustful to feel your sinful dew,

at my lips.

To inhale your heavy aroma deep,

deep inside my lungs.

Forbidden they'd say,

wafting you effortlessly above my head.

Only aiding my ever longed desire for you aching inside.

 

But how could I want you?

I've never had you before.

However, I yearn to feel your illusive warmth.

As I grew older I realize,

I never truly wanted you.

I just wanted the empowerment attached to you.

The thought of having what you can't is, 

inebriating.

Yet we all strive for it.

Our own guilty pleasure, suspended at arms reach.

Simply attracted to the common game of,

"Hard to get"

Love,

a mended heart