.immaculate.
she sees me, but she does not see me. i can feel her gaze, sense it, thrive on it.
she knows me, but does not know me. i understand, she realises i’m alive. and yet nothing more.
she hears me, yet pretends it goes unnoticed. her face never once slips it’s mask of defined perfection.
she smiles, but without moving a single bone in her body. those blood red lips which never part, ocean blue eyes which smile only as an illusion.
she is breathtaking, and goes by it.
.yearning.
his voice touches my ears like a gentle kiss on the night air, but i do not acknowledge it.
he longs for me. craves my deathly cold touch and aches to awaken emotions within me.
he knows i do not love him. just as he knows i do not lust for him.
.determination.
when no one is around, she watches me. only under the cover of darkness, but still watching me.
her expression never changes. regardless of how many times i kiss her. how many times i touch her face, caress her skin.
i don’t mean anything to her. but i do.
.dignity.
he is my world, without even existing in it.
i do not need him, yet i pine for him.
it is not love. it is not lust.
.in fact.
it can only be described as one thing.
