he offers no gift, but knows this is enough
to be in the company of her keeps his heart alive
he keeps his eye out for other options, but sees only lustful bodies
no solution. his heart is grasping for straws.

this can not be. his mind knows what is going on,
yet is powerless to stop it.
heartsick tendrils heed no master.

now is not the time,
she is not prepared for what he yearns toward
but still, he yearns.

plato tells of many kinds of love
but he never studied hard.
he knows not what this is.
perhaps an inevitable car wreck
perhaps the tip of an iceberg
perhaps a k.night and nothing more

but there is more.

exalted heroin.es enchant his mind
perhaps these are mountainous molehills.

no, that's not right.

consciousness now streaming,
he knows that third person is just easier to write about
because it stops being real.
thinly veiled confessions are confessions all the same.

i take ownership.
this is me.
i feel this.
i want.
i need.

i need to know how this ends.