When I saw you, my heart was shy- the moment we talked and flocked we flew, across the hesitation, across the silence, across the faze of friends, and it felt more than it should.
When we talked we laughed, and with the silent moment that passed, I felt a sharp undefined feeling within my body: my hands, my heart, my eyes, my mind, and my member- They will be sitting here forever.
Not accepting the loss, and not accepting the maturity I possess-
When I asked for your time, and you answered with kind. You bestowed upon my heart the love I used to care about.
The moment I reached out once more on this hour of solitude, you refuse to respond with the persona I am familiar with; betrayed, and of the most feeling of rejection, I then now remember that it was not the love.
Not the love I thought I loved, Not the care I thought I cared for, and not the persona I have fallen for.
I remember that it was lust’s thorn.