“Like That Story”

Empty coffee cup with old books and a lighter on a wooden desk.

I still don’t fully understand you
and I’m being pressured to actually do.
So either you let me in already
Or, please, just leave me in peace.
It’s evil to keep annoying me
with those delicious-looking bits of you
when I can’t even taste you.
Here I am, attempting to reach you,
but you laugh and lurk further away
from my pitiful, grasping hands.