Tortured Soul

I have found myself somewhat careless
the way my mind softly whispers your name
how I now have to struggle to hold you in
my clenched teeth, your prison sentence

Failing, my mind conjures up false delusions
your presence, your brow furrowed in thought
your eyes testing my wit, jaw taught with want
for these precious moments of mine, you exist

Standing just steps from me, still unreachable
my own personal torture, yet I revel in it willingly
the distance between us, my unyielding bonds
feet glued to where they now tremble, my lashing

Such a silly mess, to fear one's own creation
my heart screaming your name in frantic beats
watery eyes fasten shut, until alone once more
though the spirit that is you still flows within me