PRIVATELY YOURS

The more I know about you The more I regret all of that. The more I write about you The more I see things about and between us. The more I think about you The more I realize you're imaginary. The more I tell myself about you The louder my heart would beat. The more I try not to catch you The more I want you.

But the more I want you The more I understand how much you've wanted me Privately, particulary, but entirely yours.

Damn it.