realize I have got an eye for detail
remember I am a man of balance
I find myself in a black abyss
in desperate need of structure
I need visual steadiness
my life is falling into shambles
I beg you to order this lifeless mess
compulsion
time-consuming urge drying me up after being apart
keep letting me hang from relief
become my inadequate fixation
try to save me from this deep
seemingly
bottomless chasm
understand I have got an eye for detail
forgive me, I am a man of balance
absolve me from the affliction and suffering that remoteness brings
the lack of contact
a baleful absence of your touch that asphyxiates me
chokes and shrivels me up
leaving nothing else than the pain this space holds
I refuse to become insignificant or ineffectual
I can no longer feel worthless or meaningless
accept I have got an eye for detail
absolve that I am a man of balance
scarcity of flaws that keep me hooked on
allegedly coerced
frustrated by the compelling obligation to keep you close
having a harmful or destructive effect if I decide to disregard it
I am not able to control my feelings for you
all these fuzzy voices mixed around
with the obsessive compulsive signals from my mind
that tell me to keep chasing you
knowing my life will fall apart
-if just for this once-
I choose not to
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hopeless devotion
Poetry[poetry | prose] incapable of redemption or improvement; lack of control, responsibility, and reasoning a collection of blind love thoughts and the irrational faithfulness that comes within © all rights reserved | desantiagooox
