Blades cut through my mind as perfection spills through your limbs

you shattered my heart before you have even had time

to break it

I’m afraid of the dark ecstasy poisoning my thoughts with your beauty

destroying something simplistic

something that fit

To concerned in my own absorption

I am not familiar with the desire of another the probability of rejection

is too intense

Lacking satisfaction from a feeling that is not innate

is easier than the probability of me losing

all my sense