I can see your drowning infatuation now, it closes your eyes and opens them ever so slightly, jut enough to see what you want in the distance – you are enrolled in its war of perception. In every conscious moment you are unaware of the impending realization that will ultimately bring you down to your knees in agonizing pain.I see it from here, on the peak of my mountain. Like a branch, possessed by the wind, it repeatedly staggers in the wind or as a moth flies into a blue toaster – only because its infatuated.
I see your soul fall each time, and yes you preserver so bravely like that branch in the wind and you get up only to fall down again. You want it so bad, only its out of your reach ten fold – only you don’t know it yet. How terrible it feels.
Why do you continue? Is it to convince yourself that that which is so apparently out of reach is potentially possible?
Open-facing hands show the grazes and hurt you’ve encountered – they don’t seem to be healing.
please stop.
your eyes show me how much you want that which drives you but hurts you each time you look for it, each time you try.
I hurt to see you like this, because nothing can take this perception away from you, only you will.
I hope you will not tear your delicate soul away when this happens.
You are infatuated
with love.