These are the thought floating in my head; all day long I hear your thoughts until they’re dead.
Something inside tells me to attend to your needs, but something about how you carry yourself makes me weak
in the knees;
These very knees of which I’ve knelt to tease your anticipation,
to attend to your every command.
All night long I hear your voice in my brain telling me you won’t ever leave,
when reality is you’ve never even appeared.