I dream of you.
the nights where I only see you.
torn cuz I can't stop thinking about you.
it comes and goes hoping it will pass.
yet I write till my callouses bled.
love, the reasons why I'm dead.
wanting to escape my romanticized view of a muse.
yet I see you everywhere.
I want you
a sudden agonizing love affair.
yet I fantasize every night of what could be.
the perfection of you and me.
which leads to heartache.
fore there can never be a you and me.
not a sensual warmth against bodies.
no kiss to last a lifetime.
nothing.
but I still want you.
in the solace of my rejection.
nowhere is home.
but your arms.
I want to die in them.
I want to kiss the lips that haunts me.
I want to touch the fever yet feel such heat.
I want passion.
hell, I want mystique.
damnit I just want a girl to make me feel complete.
at least whole again.
in this sweet bliss.
I want to be yours.
and feel nothing more.
I want you cold hearted.
a friend.
yet you never see me.
yet I dream just like a drug.
getting high of the remedy of you.
the taste of porcelain.
I'm easily seduced.
yet it's left to be devour.
my crush on you.
nights I fell in love and couldn't forget about you.
a muse.
a confidant.
the girl who I couldn't get.
the girl I'd always lose.
never settle to win.
it was love and a muse.
©darkmocha
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