Here in my spirit room, waxing poetic over your incandescent visage.

Words just drone on and sighs escape me when I think of you - you and your odd symmetry.

I am not one for tempting fate though. If you stand by your words and tell me you cannot love me, I will assume all the necessary burden of painting the scenes in my head with you and me clasped in the thrift of hope.

You belong to someone else.
The roads pulsate to take you away from me.
You know, my world is building walls of acceptance but is crumbling into pieces of bitterness at the same time.
In the end, you will tread along the lighted path and I will decompose into the depths of darkness.

Understand that sadness for me means you are and will always be loved, and I will be forever cursed to breathe in the specks only of possibilities and of sorry chances.

You are mine but only within the autonomy of my thoughts.

That I will carve on my skull, that I will bathe myself in.

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