Hooked up

On you. You lucky, clueless person. 

Finally, I've come to my solid senses to wake up from this mad mad daydream. Where you and I choke each other with our seemingly spontaneous exchanges. Fired up on shuffling vent after vent. You delight where I simper. I tear apart where you cut dead. From me. In any way.

This is not right. I never tear apart. From anyone. In any way. 

What's sad is that I am swimming over unrequited waters. There's no I where you are wanting. Between us, there's not even a long shot, or any sorts of shot for that matter. There's only you and the rest of your world. Then I will have to be on some unnamed planet, breathless and fluttering.

My resolve is that this fixation over you is a cracked up delusion (I caught somewhere between our odd etceteras) that's going to end up tormenting. I have to wake up from this. From you. In any way. 

I cannot throb for you anymore. There can't be you where I am longing. Because no one should love in vain.

And of course, I don't hate you. I could never hate you. What we share is one of the beautiful things I rarely  bump into in this jagged-haired life. You didn't do anything wrong.

I'm just saying I need one good slap in the face for getting genuinely hooked up. On you. 

Current Mood:  Hopeful  

Current Song: Requiem by Jump, Little Children