A guy can keep her around
Like an afterthought
Not an annoyance or a prize
But someone to throw a peripheral glance at
When the center of his vision isn’t there
He will laugh and smile with her
But his heart won’t flutter and his eyes wont linger
She is just there
But he doesn’t need her to be

I love your eyes.
The uniquely olive and moss specked orbs I was once so foolish to think were a boring cerulean blue.
I love your hair.
The cedar soaked strands I was so convinced were a typical honey kissed blond.
Most of all, I love your smile.
The way your lips tilt ever so slightly to one side and your cheeks tinge an earnest rosy champagne
Before you break open a set of pearls more precious than any gems
I wasn’t aware could make me so happy.

Life seems to be a vast sea of darkness and bleakness
Except without the strange comfort of solitude and nothingness
I’m consumed with desires born from my thoughts and so there I seek solace
But I lay with emptiness