Don’t explain the moment to me with descriptions!
The emotion is valid without evidence, and offers more stability then the reliable source of, this witch craft, photograph.
I favor unfairly and all too quickly; the awkwardness is customary…
Life’s details are unneeded vulgarity:
But my irrational love can not ignore your charming criticalness
Logic is unknown in the depths of a kiss, but that bliss is thankfully escapable
I resent the momentary transition of my life into an over dramatic theatrical
Provoking my faults, my inner downfalls, was a weak time: indeed.
I cried disgustingly for you to be kind to me
And you were right; the kindest you can be is when you’re out of my reach.
I regretlessly accept that I’m stunted, but I loathe myself for it.
Loneliness would be much less miserable if I did not have some to treed upon it.