Twisted maze,
I am lost in my head--
Or in yours.
Pages of mental dialogue
Directed at you,
Yet helpless to say
A single phrase
when you are near.
Feverish anticipation,
Constant waiting,
Watching,wondering,
Waking at all hours of the night --
The adrenaline rush
Of knowing I'm not forgotten.
Waning interest in things once cherished,
Instead content to sit in solitude
Smiling to myself
At just the thot of you.
My shadow by day,
Sillouette by night
The vulnerability of a soul exposed
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