"i write nice things about you"

i saw you look at me,
with lusty defeated eyes
forcing yourself to breathe,
calm down, count to ten,
think about it for a minute.

i saw you looking at me,
felt the sadness in your touch,
and the longing in your eyes
drowned only by the sorrow of your moan.

yes, i know you don't want me.
but not wanting me is itself sin, my love.

come, let us confess.
let us beat our chests in protest,
let us mourn.

for you do not want me,
and i do not want me.