Portion Control

   
I must ration my (affections for you so I do not gorge myself on heartbreak (all in one sitting.

I must spoon feed myself morsels of time, so my palette does not become numb to the lies and blind to the hours etched in my heart pining for you; each mark a dagger to my psyche.

I must brave a cold world where the warmth of your touch does not exist, and fires lit in windy expansions never kindle. 
If I let myself roam free where fantasies run rampant like deer in the forest, I might lose myself in you…. never to return

My heart tip toes around your glass shell of a vesicle, careful not to disturb its fragility and shatter my hope

The unknown with your shadow comforts me more than a stark reality where you don't exist. 
Yet My love for you flows like a torrent wild and unbridled, unreasonable, and Unfathomable and unreturned. 

My thoughts of you snake around my mind, trapping me into submission, choking the life from my thoughts and suffocating my dreams.

I envision moments where my heart is sewn back together each stitch creating a new memory of us to love; and the war wounds of unrequited love have been erased.

I slumber with thoughts of feasting on a glorious existence where time does not bind me, with notions of hours and minutes and seconds …and reality does not disillusion me to your apathy and ignorance.