I can't hear his voice without my forehead burning up in a fiery cold sweat of both lust and fear at the same time.
His existence is something I can never be a part of anymore yet my body is so used to the acquaintance of his being that I can't hold myself back from trying to be in his life.
I shouldn't exist in his existence: it feels like bad religion, a sin I can never forgive myself for, but the euphoria I experience when I commit this sin is a stunning sort of infatuation, I never want to leave his side, though I don't believe I was ever there.
He used to care,
he used to notice,
he used to be able to tell when my feelings were bare.
Now I am here,
two seats away from him.
I try to joke, to communicate, and he smiles lightly, but
the glow from his eyes is not as bright for me, anymore, as it is for everyone else.
I ****** up.

"Probably"*
          
             leaves open
                
     the door of uncertainty,
      
             Just enough for

the breeze of possibility


© Qwey.ku

I think about you on the hour,
absent of any power.
helpless to your prowess,
your presence, I wish to devour.
tasting your essence,
inhaling your fragrance,
my being you empower.

mirror mirror on the wall
where are my fortunes, i want it all
make me a king that will never fall
give me my riches, i need it all
vanity is reality,
it's a tragedy - that's your call.  
mirror mirror on the wall