Good morning, my love.
I didn't mean to stare.
I was just envying
the pillow beneath your head,
and the sheets that envelop you
in their comforting warmth.

While you were off
In surreal realities
That shapeshift into truths
I was waiting here,
Watching your every move.

Good morning, my love.
Know that every waking moment
Is the miracle
That brings you home to me.

Today, I am a high school boy:
timid, petrified, unsure.
My heart heaves
with its every beat.

Today, everything seems difficult,
even the simple act of breathing.
Perhaps it is because I don't
have your permission to do so..
and until you say when,
I will hold my breath.

Today, I am uninspired.
You are my muse,
and you are not here,
so I might take the day off
to daydream.

Today, I belong to you,
as I did yesterday
and the day before that.
As far as I can remember,
I've always been yours.

But I am young. Naive.
Too trusting. Too vulnerable.
And so I cling to you...
or at least the idea of you.

Today, like every other day,
I find myself consumed
by my fascination, my obsession
with this tireless pursuit.

Each word is her insurance,
Each sentence, her investment
That adds to her ever-growing portfolio
Of failures and successes.
Her yes's and no's, her do's and don'ts
Make you doubt your comprehension
of her hypnotic conversation.

Every syllable that passes her lips
Is well chosen to suit her needs.
Every consonant a contract,
Every vowel a vow
She has every intention to keep.

At night when she lays her head to sleep
To ease her wary mind and weary heart,
She takes note of every promise, every deed,
Knowing every day, the count restarts.

Desire is the cause of suffering,
therefore I shall not want;
wanton fantasies plaguing my mind
should be immediately expunged.

Temptation is around every corner:
calling attention, awaiting contemplation.
And I try, so very hard,
but this unbearable longing
is impossible to disregard.

The sound of your name, like poison arrows
from mischievous cupid's quiver,
inflicts such pain as it hits its target:
my heart is crushed under the weight of regret.

But I shall not want, for I am weak.
My heart cannot accept this painful defeat.
I do not have the strength to see this through;
misery is inevitable if I continue to pursue.

They say unrequited love
is the only kind that's true,
but I'm finding it difficult
to let go of you.

Cold sweat, trembling hands,
mind at a loss.
Body craving sleep,
breaths diving deep;
this is the dawning of exhaustion.

Reactions lag as
consciousness crumbles;
all stimuli are delayed.
My pulse is slow and heavy
as blood surges through webs of veins.

My hasty heart wreaks havoc
in the confines of my rib cage.