if the reader
falls in love with the character of a book,
their love can be eternal.

he can over and over re-read
each part of his beloved.
he can just stop for a while
and gently touch the mirage.
he can even ****** a piece
and carry it for a lifetime.

but what happens
if the character
falls in love with the reader?

the mist did not let me see through
but i know that
the bus stops are teeming with emptiness
that is easy to touch
i am fascinated by the nothingness
in the air
maybe it's a part of the balance
inside and outside.

i am the ship
and
i am the captain

and what i want is sink
in an instant, as a *blink

millions of breaths away from you,
i can only wish they were miles
that i could easily overcome
and finally reach you
and suffocate you with my tenderness
that i never showed
when the distance between us was nothing
but a physical outline.

the
small fox
in the
small box
had
smallpox

i guess i am hopeless at scrabble

you were like the first block of chocolate
that always left me eager to consume it
with all my existence,
with each fibre of my agonizing body

i wanted to engulf you
and embrace you with my innermost affection
i wanted to converge with you
right at my Heart Square

you weren't everything,
but something more
because of what i felt-
your chocolate scent
that made me melt.

definition and limitation
get on well with each other
one is the son, one is the father.

don't define me
if you love me, darling

// i guess we're all too *narrow-minded

but is infinity
something more than a lying eight?
just an affinity
temporal, short-lived is what we call "fate".

your "to the moon & stars"
doesn't make any sense
it just sounds like a farce
without swelling suspense

you found me
when love was invisible
you lost me
when love was so feasible

we've changed and everything's new
since now i'm loveless and so are you