Written words of thoughts redacted
about the glimmer of light refracted
in you.
I see the sun in your eyes
Burning, warm, and full of life
with the faintest hint of an eclipse,
a wonder for all to behold,
your eyes look to another.
And yet,
and yet I still look into the sun,
not caring that it blinds me,
for all I want to see...
is you.
This cancerous crush consumes me.
Like a cigarette addict,
I just can't get enough.
It kills me, but I don't care.
I want you to drink me in,
but I'm a taste you haven't acquired.
I want to be your muse,
but I leave you feeling
less than inspired.
I am a violin, and you, a virtuoso
that can play my notes perfectly.
But, you've composed your ballad
for the viola.
And I sit here alone, playing a requiem,
mourning the loss of a love
that will never be.