I see through the pages

And I’ve waited for ages

To feel this vibration

Which sets my heart aflame

The gentleness

In your fingertips

Radiates respect

And deference

To the time long past

In which my story was born

I see through the pages

And I’ve waited for ages

To witness

A soul

Which shines like yours

Through your eyes

I see the warmth

Of the sunrise

And the ephemerality

Of each day

As the sun

Then sets

And you pull me close

In the darkness

And whisper into the night

I see through the pages

And I’ve waited for ages

As the beauty that is my story

Formed on your lips

Destroys me

As I beg you to love me

The way that I love you

If only I could rearrange

These phrases

The only words

I will ever know

How to speak

In such a way

That the idea of me

Could hold the reality of you

In a lover’s embrace

I see through the pages

And I’ve waited for ages

Can you feel

How I desire you?

How I hoard your presence

Because I can’t get enough

And I know

My story is ending

And I fear

You won’t love me

The way that I love you

And you’ll close my book

When it ends

And never

Open it

Again

I see through the pages

And I’ve waited for ages

Only to learn

The bittersweet taste

Of unrequited love

You are reading the last page

Of my story

And tears

Are in your eyes

And for one moment

I can pretend

You feel for me

What I know is real

As you press my book

To your chest

And sigh

Goodbye, my love

Goodbye

I love you,

But, my Darling,

You are real.

I am not,

I am solely a creation from someone's mind,

someone's imagination.

Just a creation,

An unreal,

Perhaps, one could say fake,

person of someone's imagination.

Just a thought,

that was nurtured into an idea

and then

an object,

but an unreal one,

one that cannot be

seen,

touched

or even

heard.

My Darling,

the only thing that is real,

however,

is your interest

in my character,

your sympathy,

your pity

and

your love.

Go spend it on something real.

And not imaginary.

20.6.2020

Yeah you're nice

You're thoughtful

Your words carefully spun across the page like partners in a dance

You look amazing

Every fantasy

Brought to life in the way only fiction can ever possibly achieve

Yet my friend

You're not

The one I think of when I read about your exploits in romance

Your perfect traits

Pale when

Compared to the honest imperfections of my real love

In the end

You're just

A mirror that reflects the bits and pieces I see in another

And I would

Rather have

Warm flesh and blood in my arms than a cold book in my hands

The man I love in the pages of a book

Walked into his portrait gallery one day

Only to discover a new painting of my face

He asked everyone how the portrait came in be in his gallery

He asked everyone who was the subject

No one knew

The was a strange card underneath giving a puzzling clue

It merely said you are loved

He couldn’t sleep so he kept coming back to the portrait trying to read the artist’s signature

The artist style was unfamiliar to him

He sent a message to his art seller in London to come post haste

On arrival the art seller explained that it was a self portrait of a new artist

Our hero asked could he meet her

The art seller said he had never meet her that he had arrived in his gallery to discover the painting with a note that it was for you

Our hero gave the seller a portrait of himself to put in the same place that she had left his painting with a note

The next day his portrait was gone with a thank you note left

She said she could not meet the kind sir as much as she wished to as they were from different worlds and different times

She did not explain she was real and he was her favorite character in literature

For someone, who isn’t mine,

on pages, unscripted and honest,

regards a love unfit, in definition, and rhyme.

At dark, long before light,

I sense your hunger, give wolfish chase,

in hopes to dream, to abscond.

Your warming touch, tickling my spine,

your gaze enrapt, demurely entranced.

Do you see me... Somewhere between the lines?

My life, my love, yours, always and forever,

with memories, giggles of mischievous trysts,

unfurling passions, arcane, and intoxicating.

Your gentle caress enchants, paramour,

a sultry scent, and unspoken song,

seduces the pulse from the signature prose.

Cradle these delicate words, my love,

to be in your arms again,

Find me there, somewhere between the lines.

I see her in my head as she reads the words from my book. I love her. I long to be with her but she is real and I’m not. All I want is to hold her in the night and wash away all her insecurities though it will never happen. We’re simply from two different worlds; it doesn’t matter if we are soulmates.

I’ll take what I can get. Her love for me. The way her imagination keeps me alive in her subconscious. Though I might never get to kiss her or stay up stargazing with her in my arms, I guess this is enough. She knows we can’t be together so, to surive, she makes me my own worlds. And in these complex worlds she gives me the ability to help her like I want to.

I fell in love with a real girl, and she fell in love with me.

It doesn’t matter we live in different worlds.

She keeps me alive in her imagination.

Spoils me with love and sometimes pain.

But we keep each other company in the toughest times.

I’ll always love her.

Even though one day, she might leave or forget me for while.

I’ll always be there for her in the back of her mind.

Why did i come to the damn world?

deception and pain everywhere

my heart is full of pain and old

i don't see the point in living

i spit into this world!

Why did i come to the damn world?

why is man so stupid and crazy?

he doesn't understand me at all, not even you

because you are not as weak as I am!

i spit into this world!

All people are stupid

all places are dirty

I do only one thing in this world:

i spit into this world!

U see me

I see you

U want to be with me

like

I want to be with u

I try to keep your attention all on me

in hopes my pages keep u here with me

But alas we can’t because you’re real

But my pages can’t stop longing for u

If only my love can transcend through the book and reach the gateway to your heart

then can I be free