From Me To You

today i am really feeling the effects of isolation,

but i am not bored enough to suffer.

my spirit misses yours, and that’s the only way i can say it,

i grieve, you grieve -

or maybe i expect and you appreciate

or maybe i am the one making an illusion out of love, constantly romanticizing memories, making myself lovesick,

the word limerence changed my life. i am aware, no need to be a sarcastic asshole or state the obvious.

now how many years do i need to hate you to offset the years i spent loving you? - i am so glad i never had many lovers,

i feel sacred in a way, and i believe men can sense it.

-x

Yet I sit in the pews,

Singing hymns of strangers,

Whispering prayers into hollow halls,

Thinking of the Christmas roast,

I'm an intruder in gods house,

Burgling traditions like precious gems,

One thief stealing from the other,

Yours.

I know you don't care, how could you? There's nothing here for you to care about.

When im crying, pleading, begging you to emphasize with me, I can feel your hatred like a thick fog, swallowing me whole.

I know your heart belongs to logic, but mine belongs to you.

I am completely and solely yours.

On a leash, bleeding from my neck, I am yours.