((originally published in Scraps))
Adoration so great, almost hate at the core,
Served hot on a plate, rejection galore-
Hands pressed to the cold window panes of your door.
A lust out of date, for eons I'm yours,
The words I can't state: I'm desperate, I'm torn-
Loving you from afar, all these feelings I hoard.
Your eyes hair smile, things I want to ignore,
When you leave for awhile, that unending roar-
You're carved in my head, a mantra at war.
Every piece of your heart, I want to explore,
But I've set off with nothing in hand, not a sword-
Nothing hurts quite as much as having no one to fight for.
Leave it to fate, can't think straight no more
Forever here waiting, my love washed ashore-
Insanity.
