Blind Anticipation
A blank stare with confusion to boot.
The swill of beer, still fresh in my mouth.
I see what I don’t understand as my next step.
Tapping on my phone nothing seems to be real in this world.
Staggering with a blind anticipation
I find that this is no way to live, but my epiphany is found in a blackout.
Weeks and months crawl forward in a grand leap.
Words escape me, I’ve swooned.
Love like this can’t exist, and I think I’m crazy to feel the passion burn for me.
I don’t understand, but it makes sense.
Levels maxed out at tens, I’ve found something that should not be.
A being with more to give than I can express.
My only want now is her satisfaction.
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