Igniting an Imbalance

One cannot help but succumb to the

Desires of the flesh. Leaving myself to

My imagination, reading your letters a thousand times over

In my head and pouring my desire into these works.

Waiting for the perfect time that you too may inevitably succumb

To your own hidden desires, caving in and once more, reclusive.

But to thee I owe my affection, have it been stolen away by

Charm. But the affection being no longer with me and leaving an

Empty feeling, burning in the recesses of my mind and crushing my

Morals into a sorrowful web of disillusion and

False hope.

That one day...someone will not pass who is like

Men with simple taste. And lacking the complexity of

Self-pride, without the pity of a mortal. To have a gift to

Pierce beyond ones outer shell of social chaos and

Thrust forth the imbalances that drive men. Only then

Does one look past intellectual flaws and gaze upon the

Beauty of a persons unhindered emotion. Relishing in the

Feeling one gets, one in which they know

What is their life. Being revitalized by a force

Inexplicable. Inspired by man, and repressed

Only by society.

The true horror of the endless search is

One will never know when a being passes them,

Obtaining a glimpse into raw emotion for that

Miniscule glimmer that will ignite an imbalance

That drives a person to measures unknown.

Ever present but demoralized by rejection...