I hate love poems, disgusting and saccharine,
But however much I shake my head, I just want you for mine.
In the grey of knowing only what you want me to see,
I fill in the missing lines with what I want you to be.

I want to turn you inside out and lick you clean,
You twist me up so bad, you're so damn mean.
I know you don't have even a single clue.
I know 'us' just means friends to you.

But 'us' takes on so much more in my mind,
I think of you, so caring, gentle, and kind.
I don't dare tell you what's inside my heart.
I can't bear the risk it might drive us apart.

Perfect people are always those you only half know.

Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Lupar, in the year 343 AF.