Falling For Boys Not Mine Is My Specialty

Your morals askew, your words short and sweet, your beliefs awry, you.

You are captivating, yet you and I differ in ways beyond beliefs. 

We shouldn't be together, but I want you. 

I want your arms to encircle my body at night, your lips to whisper my name, your breath to tickle the back of my neck as we say goodnight.  

I desire your presence in my life at all times, but you are not mine; you never will be.

Why do I do this to myself?