Thoughts of you, endlessly.

Looking up at you now,

I see nothing, but

Beauty and inspiration.

Yet spending all of my time consuming you does not make me more inspiring,

Only inspired.

I think of you,

And I can escape the dull beating of my life

For a moment.

Holding you here in my arms,

I know that you are further away than I imagine you to be--

But I need a hit.

Through you,

I cling to what I can of the person I want to be.

I never said I wanted this,

I myself would like to be inspiring.

No longer engulfed in juvenile affection.

But I am this.