All of those were in my mind
a pure product of my assumptions
negations, aspirations,
trying not to be blind
but I opened my eyes to **** wide.

You outshined my rational thoughts,
lost the flow, gave in, and lost
a game i didn't intend
to win
but you did, and i'm a fool.

A tattoo, that is what you are to me
to every inch of my body
I want you inked in me,
on me, at me, for me, to me
all the prepositions in the world.

And I'm glad, that you touched my life
even if I did touch yours,
I didn't make a sound, a scratch,
to you perfect life.
That's all I be,
nothing
a day's drag
excess
no
one


*I exist, but you don't think of me
the way I think of you.