UNTITLED
More devastating, perhaps, and yet
This affection is of unknown creation
I’m drowning in your silhouette,
Where your lack of words are a dark vexation.
The wind blows lonely through these spaces
And I long for nonchalant indifference.
I will wait in the darkest of places,
Until the light reveals my existence.
Myself, I’m ailed with a strange affliction,
And no matter the force behind the shove
It won’t leave me, this unwanted addiction.
And that is how I know it is love.
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