affection

With my thinking mind listless in limbo, I lift

my drifting feet to wander idyllic walks,

seeking to sink back, absorbed in its beauty,

fruitfully distracted from current emotional woes.

She knows not how in her own heart, with our ripening

hypothetical potential for mutual bonding

(abandoning inhibitions), we should burst out

shouting our spiritual fusion in silent halls.

I sprawl demented, pierced with the fiercest resentment,

repenting the folly of avowal which she proudly spurns;

so I turn with burning eyes (humiliated,)

waiting as she spills her favours to party ravers.

There's such confusion in me to conceal,

so is it love or hatred that I feel?