• I felt it in my limbs, vibrating through my veins.
    A cold rush that warmed my heart and settled me with a gossamer epidermis that wasn't my own.
    Mayhap, when those pair of icy blues looked my way,
    You bewitched me into a being that wasn't quite myself.

    But now? My hands simply go weak, my chest lightens, and my eyes can't seem to meet yours.
    What lessens the severity of something so pure, long, and gladfully endured? What keeps it from depletion and so closely preserved?
    Mayhap it be the fact that I fell in love with you for who you are and moreso for your admiration of me?

    Your affections fleeting, while mine depraved and needing.
    Forgive me, Idol, for I have known the horizon but you tease me at the zenith of the atmosphere.
    Constellations of the glint in your eyes seem to contribute to my eventual, imminent demise.

    O cruel heart!
    Why must you choose the unattainable? Chase what is light-years away? Wait for the inert?
    O me! Deplorable is my mind for enabling my heart lead the way to a plateau of insipid human experience.