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i crave closeness
like warmth through glass
i press my palm to it
and pretend that's enough
to take away this cold,
anxious feeling of dread.
the moment you want me
actually want me,
not in theory or passing,
my body learns to disappear.
why do you want my company
so loudly?
why does your wanting
feel like a spotlight
i never agreed to stand in?
i love the idea of being held;
i hate the weight of being kept.
and so i turn myself into mist
close enough to see
but too thin to touch.