Long Nails

Such a distance makes me Sad. This is so hard to endure each night. I live my own worries in my sleep. I awake each morning to a cold side; hoping to see your face in the morning. Then I want to cry. I want to scream out in a blind anger. So mad at what I must accept, Each morning.

Such a absence makes me Worry. Jealousy consumes my heart. I hate all thing near you. I hate my self for such reckless timing. Daily antics I wish to effect. Many names of which I know of no intent. A late night insight to a deeper understanding, but only said by tongue. So much I wish to know, Cut short.

Such a Person makes me Love. Unspeakable devotion, kingly respect. Assurance so unguarded, so pure I want to never awake from this fairytale. So perfect. I want it to last, and I want to be there. Such an aggressive passion, such a tender mind. The way of hope. So little I understand, Wanting more.

Such things that make me Regret.
Nothing.

For Us.