It smells funny of my fingers

When I tutch my self I think of you. All the time I think of you.
Can't stop,
I can feel you,
And when you not there I miss you.
I don't understand it, you far away from what I thought I would fall for.
I want to have you,
Want you to be mine.
And o want everything to be easy
to be OK.
But your in hell and I'm here.