Dark eyed fiction,

Are you real?

I’ve found no flaws.

Why can’t I be as

Special as you?

You surprise me at every turn.

I tell myself,

Maybe it isn’t to be

And I don’t need anything…

But curiosity and eagerness

Become such deep enemies.

Their roots are far to embedded.

Dark eyed genius,

Is there anything you’re not?

I think you’re real…

I think you have flaws

I believe they’d be lovely,

But how willing am I

To watch…to see?

I’m fine,

Knowing that you’re there –

A safe, close distance.

What can I do,

If you wander off?

I’ll deny.

I’ll sigh.

And shyly reply

‘It wasn’t meant to be.’