never promise me
that you will be here
always
because the world itself
is finite

The reason why I always forget,
Why my life would always reset
To some kind of euphoric state;
In a phase of unflawed perfection

Your voice: it's some pleasing sound
And to this, I am happily bound
'Tis the drug that I truly love most
'Tis the crime—this crime is why I live

My thoughts would always stop with you
But one thing I regrettably knew:
Your thoughts you have, when about me—
Opposite from mine: in that exact direction

Yet my love: so overly ignited—
In addition, obviously unrequited
Yet let this be known: that I won't give up
That my all in all: I will to give