you’re my unholy siren song.
the only one i’m capable of hearing even with them screaming in my ear.
i only hear you.
i only see you.
your voice draws me in, and faithfully i follow, leaving the rest in the dust.
they’re reaching out.
pulling and begging for me to listen.
but it falls on deaf ears.
why they keep holding on, steering this ship through the turmoil and waves to find me, is well beyond my own comprehension.
they’re crumbling. breaking down and hardly holding on with the little bit of strength that they have left.
i should put them out of their misery. a shot in the leg is far better than this.
if they knew, they’d see.
they’d see the longing gaze and the ripples that you float on throughout my thoughts.
they’d see that their own treasure could never match the song that shoots out from your throat like a dagger to the heart.
their treasure belongs to someone else.
they belong to someone who sees and appreciates the value of the fine jewels and gold that flows from their lips and tears through their eyes when i simply cannot give.
they deserve so much more than i could possibly give them.