i am tortured by the idea of you
so perfect and impossible
you are, in a way, my negative
filling all my empty spaces,
so that when we combine,
only light remains
yet it is your shadow that haunts me
in the grace of a stranger’s smile
the delicate curve of the moon
the simple beauty of love unrequited
how can i stand amidst all of this
without tears and the promise of tears
betrayed by hollywood
captured by the truth i most fear
so like Parzival i must find
the source of this truth
so that by setting you free
i save myself