the thought of you has been buried deep within me
seeping through the walls I put against everyone
my "impermeable" shell
the vision of this working is more visible than the colors i see
It's all an illusion
the brain dreams of possessing things it never can.
it will only ever be a dream
and that's for the better.
the bittersweet taste of the reality we live
tastes sweet as honey to you
the blissful ignorance of the life you live is what lets us have peace
that ignorance is a blessing I'm not worthy of.
I think too much.
im cursed.
cursed with loving love
cursed with the lingering thought of you
and the cure is you.
and im not worthy of that cure.
I'm well known
far and wide
for causing more problems than the mind can handle
more than you and I can handle.
im no good for you
regardless of how well you'd compliment me.
my thoughts will only ever remain as thoughts.
you are my curse
and thank you for that.