your words are eloquent and i wish to have everything you murmur from those lips to be tattooed onto my skin,
you are but a delicate rose i have clasped in my hands, holding tightly, the thorns piercing my skin, but i am ignorant.
patience is a virtue, they say.
ignorance is bliss, they say.
i cannot wrap my mind around it, just as it can't when you speak to me and everything turns to gold and corrodes my mind,
heart beating slowly, i am under your gaze but nowhere to be seen in your mind, because i think about you all the time and yet i am just another face in your thoughts.
grim solitude is comfort to my anxiety.
time is thinning and my life is waning away.
- grim solitude
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