I’d rest my case,
But I want to argue.
I want to chase.
It isn’t that you’re all that different.
Perhaps it’s the magic of our distance.
We can sit so close, and still be so far.
We live like a funeral, burning brighter than the stars.
I’d plead for silence,
But I like to argue.
This feeling is half-met violence.
It’s like you’re singing melodies,
Starlight smile, piano key teeth
Like the universe just fell on me.
Gone for a while, hide me in a sheath.
Affection at best,
Catastrophe for sure.
Lost just like the rest.
You’re like a present I never wanted.
A gift I haven’t yet received.
It’s just a matter of indifference, I guess
These feeling for you…
I know it’s just a bit of limerence, at best.