I'm addicted to you.
This fantasy would perhaps
Exist more easily,
And bear less on my aching mind,
Were it you were not so un-faulty.
I cannot stop myself
Casting a glance,
Sometimes met
With eyes unrevealing,
Your sought presence in a dream
On a sweet, cool night.
I blame myself.
Wrong and cruel, it seems.
One can put themselves in such vulnerability,
With their heart in my hands,
Cherished so little,
While I long for the embrace
And loveless torment of another.
As long as I may be permitted
To gaze into a face so gorgeous.
Crush my heart,
Allow appreciation
Of my current prize.
Then, at least,
My heart would not