I’m supposed to be accustomed to trusting you; because:
I mean I do because I want to; It’s not a must that I do.
But I don’t know if this will last, because the hands of time bind us in this copious trance like state: a hopeless romance; they’d say
Where love = life and our lives intertwine like cross stitched fabric.
It’s artistically written like a star in the sky.
And you saying hi
Was a script to a masterpiece; something classic
My mind’s at ease. Every waking second spent guessing
when I’ll be next to you again,
Because my life seems empty when I’m not with you. I guess it hit me; and I caught you
this bug called love like a cold I spread it
You know these flu like symptoms leave me senseless; a victim of my own mind.
My thoughts lost in the stars. I daydream.
The effort craves restlessness. I sleep too little to expect this shit to fade away like the backdrop in the opening act
Your presentation was a godsend like heaven sent I’m dressed to impress for it.
Fully clothed my blindfold lingers. another string hangs like a chain from the ceiling: better yet a rope.
I’d rather just watch it dangle. Because at this angle; I’m standing its clothsline like blinds closed.
I see nothing anymore
no you, nor us.
compliment my logic of reason.
There was a time I was blind until I forfeit allegiance
Now it’s in the box by your feet. Here take it I’m leaving.