The Eponym Of My Life

For You

Hold my hand

And we're just friends

Feeling anxious

Because it has to end.

Saying you love me,

A couple of times every day,

Unaware of how I hurt

Because you don't mean it that way.

Beauty is fickle,

So I love you for your mind.

But as my lust develops,

It gets a little harder all the time.

My unwitting luminary,

You opened up my mind

And what else could I find there?

But a pair of your brown eyes.

You guide my thoughts to some uncharted point,

Giver of the words to every story I write.

Can't seem to detach myself from your detachment,

The Eponym of my life.