I want to be the apple of his eye
I want to be the one who stands by his side.
To me, he is the forbidden fruit.
I can only look, yet not touch; Smell, yet not taste.
I'm sure the meat of this fruit is tainted with folds of uncertainty, destruction, and ecstasy.
I crumble apart inside
Knowing that my love for him can stop planets from orbiting and put universal activities out of alignment.
The more I get to know about him
The more distant I feel from him.
My knowledge is inferior to his
And I gradually fade away,
As he pierces my thoughts.
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