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Infatuation

You wouldn't think a simple thing like a look held such power
A collision of the eyes should not mean much at all
But one glance is all it takes, and then I'm trapped; bedazzled;
entranced by the possibilities housed in those orbs
I ponder this feeling with pervasive confusion:
Surely, one gaze is not enough to enthral
Such passion should take years to sprout and mature
I tell myself this, but I look, and I know

Infatuation is a hole that yearns to be filled;
phantom pain within a limb that never truly existed
It is an ache, a sore, that cannot be soothed;
a silent cry of a soul left unfulfilled and abandoned
I look upon my love and my heart starts to splutter
She's fortunate in her looks - a pretty girl, some may say
Her gaze stirs within me an ugly urge to possess her;
to feed my beast and fill that hole in my heart

My love is blessed by the gods, some may argue
Crested with a halo of gold; the angels wept
It falls in smooth waves like the sands of the desert
and shimmers in the light like a psychedelic star
Her eyes, alike the meadow, are bright and playful,
enriched with the warm and hazy youth summer brings
They looked upon me and I knew within that instant
that I would follow her to the ends of this earth and back

Captivated, I am driven by want and wanting
Insatiable, I shadow my love from afar
Her scent dances on the wind and then lingers -
a painful reminder; a tempestuous tease
My inhibition burns in a frenzied wildfire
It wracks my soul and consumes it whole
'till I am little more than a rampant madman,
chasing my folly in this deranged daydream

Possessed by my madness, I leap into the abyss
I drown within waters that break upon no shore
Insensate, I drift within a torrent of numbness
My mind is in ruins. It is dark. I can't see
Instinctually, I reach for a slip of salvation
but alas, there is no surface; no air for me to breathe
So, even as my lungs begin to burn with this torment,
I pull myself under, and I gasp, and I'm gone

A/N

Why does every boy-meets-girl poem I write always end up inhibiting some dark or toxic undertone?? Seriously, why can't I write a solid, happy romance?

I'm not too proud of this, but I figured I'd post it anyway. Hope you enjoyed :)

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