A long night unaccompanied
By any sleep or rest, only visions of her
Caress your mind behind a crinkled forehead
Everybody knows that it’s not filled with worry,
For it is guilt.
Guilt is the bleeding cut in your
Heart, but it is also the plug keeping the waterfall of sin
Inside you, for guilt is better than their disappointment
Jealous whispers, wandering eyes and hands
Kiss her on the cheek and wish it was her lips
Lay between her legs in a non-villainous way, but still sweat bullets
Maybe someone out there understands.
Never will it be her.
On your knees at the foot of your childhood bed
Praying is a battle of the mind
Quietly beg for forgiveness or for her to return your love?
Remember when you didn’t have to think about this kind of thing?
She never did and never will. For you,
To love her is to be bombarded with hate, because
Understanding is never easy
Vanish underneath a cloak of normalcy
With time you must forget about it, right?
X-rays can’t see your admiration, so instead
Yell it into your pillowcase. Try to get them to get it. The chances are low, but not
Zero