Written as a string of short, broken lines, the poem captures the ache of wanting someone the speaker can't have. Everything circles around the body: breath, heartbeat, lips, skin. The speaker keeps naming what they will "never get to touch" or "feel," and the repetition makes the wanting seem both physical and hopeless. The line "society over rules" is hard to pin down, but it hints that something outside the two people, perhaps social expectations, stands in the way. That is an inference, since the poem never says it outright.
The mood is breathless and unsteady. Early on, calm comes from small things like uneven breathing and laughter that is a bit too loud, as if the speaker is holding themselves together. By the end that control gives way. "I can't / I won't / I need you" ends the poem in a plain, desperate admission, with no neat resolution. The lack of punctuation and the short lines make it feel like a confession said in one shaky breath.