KSP

april 2nd, 2019

does he know,
that uniqueness is my weakness?
alas even to speak this,
leaves me wondering--
what does he know?

i live on my own whim
above and below him,
flying into this future of mine.
ears closed, eyes wide open
i feel that i know him,
settle into his heart and his mind.

leaving his mark,
hes a colorful stain
on my melancholy masterpiece.
he smells of spring; like the flowers
but in faint, subtle notes...

like the rain.

"feel no fear," i say
but i fear the inevitable:
when something so regrettable
happens time
and time again.

what if, in the end
we fade, we go sour
in my darkest hour?

is that you at the door,
for this poor deranged whore?

i ponder in silence
these things that i fear,
while condemned in my heart
is that one i hold dear.

* back to drops *