my passion for you
is becoming unwieldy.
I can no longer,
hover over this topic like a bird,
completely under the influence.
my heart is heavy with want for you.
I'm struggling to, keep my emotions at bay.
I can no longer stand,
or sit,
or dance
to this shadow of this,
unrequitedness.
it is like, drowning,
in the sea of
online punk radio.

my dreams are ripe with you.
like physical imprints
I wake in the morning covered in sweat.
instantly, undone.
I want to be with you.
buried deep under you
on the couch in your apartment.

my body is well aware,
that this is absolutely wayward.
and these feelings are nothing but a,
tragedy.
I don't care, if I only
make your dick jump.
I don't require anything that resembles "love".