Your curves
Your lines
Every strokes
I wish it's mine

Your portrait
Your stern trait
When it melts
Huge urge is felt

Jaw opened
To the point of drooling
Lips bit
Sends me imagining

I hold my breath
I grit my teeth
I wet my lips
As my body shakes

Black or white
Or colored in sight
Your beauty seems alive
You're the epitome of my desire

And so I close this book
Put it on a stack of volumes
For this is the painful truth
You're just a character inside **Citrus

Did you know?

That if you tried to resurrect
someone who's already dead,
you'll create a homunculus—
human transmute,
the same person but with its humanity already lost.

Anger
That had you devoured
Due to the guilt
Caused by words made alive by an ink

Beliefs
That you want me to believe
You want to impose
But I have a mind of my own

Pity
That you want me to see
But I'm out of remorse
You've made me worse

Money
That I've given for free
There's no point having it back
I've given it to a beggar

Introduction
That has no more connection
I don't care at all
If you've completed each other's holes

Regret
That you left
My worth
That you overlooked

Forgiveness
That you don't even deserve
Or I don't want to give
Either way, it's a no *****