Crush

I’m in love with a vision, a mirage and disguise – his name is unspoken, for his voice speaks lies. I adore an ideal, of what could be, I admire his weakness to satisfy me. I’m taken by his stature, his beauty and charm – his dark eyes are evasive, shooting darts of harm. I need his approval, I need his trust, I yearn for his kisses, this man I lust. I’m enamored in cruelty, his gaze brazenly cold – his honor is tainted, his soul he has sold. I want his affection, I thirst his touch, I query direction, I request too much. I’m charmed by his rank, his talent and stealth – this man is a treasure, the most valuable wealth. I ask for commitment, I demand the truth, I state my purpose, while I still have my youth. I’m captivated by a notion, a fairy-tale of sorts – I’m fed up with the excuses and petty retorts. I am worth more than this…. I’ve suffered solely in duress… I will never be an option….. Nor will I ever be second best. You never deserved me…….