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i can write

as much as i want

about how i feel

the way i see society

but 

i cannot write about how 

i feel about you

because

infatuation is cruel

it is delusional and

very good

at making me lost for words

when i see you

i cannot look anywhere but

the way you speak

and the way my lungs

burn in my throat

random syllables

spew from my mouth

and scatter across the soil

for nature to feed on

besides you

they try to summon you

to collapse to the ground with them

the syllables are tickling your

curiosity but you

cannot pick them up

because you don't even try

i don't even blame you

i am already so far gone

but the definition

that your letters construct

launch me into an unknown world

slowly breath the life back into my lungs

a burning desire

that you created

like the pits of fire

that hell has acquired

i'll see you there