He sends me on an insatiable quest to go beyond the surface, beneath his skin, to kiss the soul of him.
I guess I am a little obsessed and highly curious, as to how I can feel so much within.
I am not his focus or a thought in his head. But I feel him inside, embed in my chest.
My words are deep, and intense. But in my defence, these feelings, he created them.
Unrequited Devotion, crashed my heart on an island. Lost, thirsty, with delusions of him loving me.
The secret of my heart. The spark and sorrow in my art. As sadness echos the truth. That I’ll never be a part of him.
Written by S.K. Jackson