I Love More Than I Should

I wish that you knew that every time I held your hand I savoured the warmth emitting from your skin . That every time I traced patterns across your palm I relished in the smooth yet rough texture of it .I wish that you knew that the same texture and the same warmth would fill my dreams . Nothing more that you me holding your hand my small fingers slipping in between your long tapered ones and you smiling , that cheeky smile .

But I will always be the one who cares more, always the one who shows more affection. Gets hurt more, forgives more and I am always more venereal, more admiration shown, words of gratitude escalating as I allow myself to grow more attached, showing more desire. But mindless I love you’s and I miss you’s mean nothing because I will always care more. It’s always gonna be this way.

How many scars have I justified just because you were behind them ? How could I have known that blindfolded we would take different paths ? Why didn't I realise that loving someone to much, is not necessarily a good thing.