For you... you know who you are.

[ooinamouradaoo]

I wrote this for you earlier this week... before I told you what you already knew.

Fur Dich

As I sit waiting for the city bus,
My mind filled to the brim with random clutter,
I am compelled to write by certain emotions
I desperately wish I was numb to.
I think of the one I love and wish I didn't
The man (yes, man) who smells of vanilla
A fragrance that on any other
Would drive me to claw my eyes out.
A creature possessing such incredible beauty,
It has the power to move me to tears.
Immaculate by no means,
It is his flaws over which I swoon.
His wiry, lanky body
Completely devoid of fat,
His imperfect teeth and fiendish grin
Those cruel, unforgiving eyes
Hiding an emotionally complex being
Who refuses to let me crawl inside his heart.
Little by little...
I begin to understand the true nature of the beast.
It is not a daunting task,
As we are driven by the same passions in life:
Art, music, theatre, literature...
Creativity flows like water.
He is The Fallen,
The one who cannot be possessed.
So now, as I sit and publicly weep
The tears roll down my pale cheek and across my thin lips
And I taste the bitterness of my unrequited love.