Why is the grass so much greener?

The context or explaination for this poem is in my journal under entry #8. It's a very touchy subject for me but one I feel I need to share



Why is the grass so much greener?

I want to need you.
I want to know you, really know you.
I want you to know that I savor your conversations.
I want you to know the few words that you offer, stir my soul and make it leap within me.

I want you to know that I dream of you constantly, even though I shouldn't.
I want you to know I find you deep, full of thoughts I want to cover myself in.
I want your sensitivity and tenderness lavished upon me.
I want to feel the quiet passion that draws me to closer to you.

I want you to know that I want you...to be thrilled by the prospect.
I want to be close to you, to breathe in the smell that makes you -- you.
I want to feel the sparkling tension, the heat of skin hovering next to skin, when you kiss me for the first time.

I want what I can not have.