I want you to be overwhelmed
by me;
breathless,
dizzy,
unable to turn
away.
I want you to see me,
all of me.
I want you to want
to explore
all the hidden corners
wrapped in shadow
that no one else
can see.
I want you to persue me
relentlessly,
to fight for me
like I am your most coveted
prize,
your fate,
your only.
But you are lukewarm
in your attentions.
For all your
lust
you are empty of
passion.
There is no subtelty
to your art,
and your arrogance
betrays
your hand.
You love to play
the hero,
but you are just
another fool.
6-24-18
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