Magi (02-04-04)

You are my majesty,
controlling my thoughts unintentionally.
So lost in my
Heartache I obey, believing
I can please you,
that I could make
love flow through your
veins. Though your blood
runs unaffected, I need
to believe regardless. With
one phrase, you could
shatter my perfectly constructed
facade, shackle my sanity
in seclusion. My desire
to be loved will
remain unrequited. To please
you, I would willingly
subject myself to your
metaphorical guillotine of hearts,
spilling my life before
you, where it puddles.
Unmopped, a wasted pool.