5 October 2012
And still you hold fast like a vice gripped from the first kiss, stretching me beyond all human reason and even in my seasoned self-awareness I still weaken at the thought of you with someone else.
Consistent only in it’s inconsistency -your memory taunts me hauntingly, like a fever I cannot recover from I awake, and still you’re gone...
Lord help me, lest I should fluster at the thought of flustering, my heart flutters impatiently as time droves slowly on as if suspended in limbo; Then I know that I’ve arrived But still I can’t resist the longing; it’s my one true vice.
One True Vice • Opuss № I