Written words of thoughts redacted about the glimmer of light refracted in you.
I see the sun in your eyes Burning, warm, and full of life with the faintest hint of an eclipse, a wonder for all to behold, your eyes look to another.
And yet, and yet I still look into the sun, not caring that it blinds me, for all I want to see... is you.
This cancerous crush consumes me. Like a cigarette addict, I just can't get enough. It kills me, but I don't care.
I want you to drink me in, but I'm a taste you haven't acquired. I want to be your muse, but I leave you feeling less than inspired.
I am a violin, and you, a virtuoso that can play my notes perfectly. But, you've composed your ballad for the viola.
And I sit here alone, playing a requiem, mourning the loss of a love that will never be.