I hate being in love with a shadow.
Nothing more, nothing less than an intangible slew of perfect memories.
You will forever be there and forever not be.
Even now you are still able to make my heart race,
weep, and swell with numbing bitterness.
Even without your touch you inspire such lust
that no one could match.
Sometimes it feels as if the cold, lonely night is my only savior.
No matter how dreary, it always comes.
To absorb the shadow, or expand it in my dreams.