Your Beautiful

Her shear presence is captivating; 

A timeless beauty created solely for you; 

Her hand in yours nothing less than undeniable perfection, 

While I am a portrait of destruction born from shear boredom 

And the undesirable need to wander the unknown; 

Your hungry mind held captive by falsely perceived ideas 

That this unforeseen thing that you so desperately desire 

Resides somewhere deep within me; 

Yet I remain unreachable beneath this intriguing 

And highly attainable exterior; 

One which holds many dark and tantalizing secrets. 

To pretend that the other simply does not exist 

Is both a cruel and dangerous game that most will often lose. 

I see her reflection in the unlikely of places 

Though I have never laid my eyes on her. 

I am easily angered by that which goes completely unnoticed 

As her heart unknowingly bleeds for you. 

It is a feeling like no other, 

Much like ecstasy injected directly into a vein and she lacks the only cure. 

With time, I have been carefully conditioned, 

Molded into the fantasy of which you have created within your feeble mind, 

Longing for these hands and the sweet scent of my perfume;

A simple word spoken from my lips 

More than enough to quench your insatiable thirst, 

But I am not what your virgin eyes perceive 

Nor will this ever manifest into the fantasy 

That you so frantically chase within your dreams.-