In reply to He Puts Pen to Paper

But that never happened,

and it never will.

Because I don't love you,

I still refuse to.

Because for me to love you

I would need some things.

I would need to touch you,

I would need to touch your face.

I would need to kiss you,

I would need to know your taste.

I would need to know you,

both your mind and your physique.

I would need to need you,

and all I have is want.

I really want to need you,

but love you I cannot.