This time I'll be simpler
This time I'll be sweeter
But sweeter doesn't make sense
The only thing that makes sense
Is not sensing you,
...is not absorbing every
spontaneous subtlety of you
Yes, you!
The way you...
but there's no way
that you
will be my
definition of 'you'
That's my undivided veracity
Swan-diving into the
increment interstice of
your unpredictable spirit
of inquiry
Loving you is the most
underrated creative
destruction to date
I've successfully figured
ways to erase our
undecipherable fate
In every dimensional configuration,
I master the art and science of
not remembering your
genetic composition
I dehumanize you
to the extent of
destructing your
global denizen-ship
I pretend to be your
apoptosis, controlling
you till you end your survivorship
Thanks for leaving my heart time-forgotten
like a long-drowned submarine,
Thanks for diverting your drop-dead stares,
closely enclosing me in a capsule of opaquely
lifeless labyrinthine
Before this unfrozen yet society-shaken day ends,
let me tell you this without letting you know:
Yes, we're not permanent paramours
nor fundamental friends.
But, I still love you
Hope you'll never hear
'Cause that's what I
want to hear, my--
never-mine dear!
I think you should know
by now
what you don't even
want to know by now
...or after now
I love you,
I know this fallacy-feeling of mine
is unvague to you
but not that vivid to
be returned
Now it's u-turned
I'm still in awe
with your individual incandescence
As if there's nothing more to owe
I've driven an innumerable fleet of odes for you
As if all odds are ever in my favor
...and it's all just for you
You're a boundless ocean to grab
Limitless lime shells in a sandy fluidity
of a stranger-ly mob
You polarize my starlight spectrum
Now let me end this heartbreak postbellum...