You still have me fucked up
My feelings for you are a maze without a logical end, only beginnings around each corner. The hedges weave themselves into my body, running laps around each cell, altering their chemistry until they are only reflections of you. My longing for us aches in a waiting room of fleeting moments, enabling reality to take a backseat to fantasy.
Each reunion emphasizes your lingering absence. As I wander down each corridor of our labyrinth, I imagine who we could be to one another. What you would feel, how you would respond, what turn we would take next, never arriving at an exit.
I’d ruin my life to occupy a corner of your mind.


















