I am invisible. To you at least.
When you look my way, you stare right through me.
When I am in your presence, it is a feast.
A feast for the eyes, a feast for the heart;
a feast for the mind, for every part.
Every part of my aching soul that yearns for your soft, warm touch.
If I could only have that much.
That one embrace that would mend the sharp fragments I call my heart.
And I will know for all the ages I live, we will never truly be apart.
For a piece of your soul has found its way to mine, and has been bounded by the force of love.
So you are apart of me, now.
I have become a piece of who you were.
And now, I give you my heart.
Keep it in your pocket, don't show your friends.
I've already locked it.
Locked so that no one else must suffer from the love of the "clingy" one.
