affects

like the rough renders i scrawl

with ball pen

at two am,

my love for you is incomplete.

finding.

wish we had a past,

instead of this irresolute present.

wishes,

like water,

ever precious.

for (granted)

for (ever)

no title for you!

Damn, this is late.

What
What would you like me to do?
I could lay here
Supine
Staring you in the eyes
While you painted me

Or

I could crouch at the edge of your bed
Watching you sleep
Waiting for you to wake up
So I could pounce on you
And make you smile

But

You say to me
I don't want that
I don't want smiles
Or paintings
Or your silly cookies and trinkets
I want something complicated
And extreme

And I say

Damn. That's lame.