stuck in the thickness of your bliss
(which is ignorance)
I kick and struggle to break free
of a disguise I covered myself in
a costume that says
"yeah, you're alright... it's not like I love you..."
but I do
and my heart screams
"tell him, what could happen?"
but I know exactly what could happen
sitting here in the thickness of your bliss
(which is a beautiful ignorance)
if only I could be a part of that too
ignore the constant beating of my heart
the neverending dull pain in my stomach
if only I could pretend that the wonderful things you do don't affect me
if only I could forget that I love you
and everything about you
the tiniest things that no one else notices
those are the things I smile at
and my heart is beating, professing my love
and my mind is racing, analyzing glances
as I sit here enthralled by the thickness of your bliss
(which is ignorance)
as I sit here
completely
in love
with
you

09/02/2001

Author's Note: about Jon.

Posted on 10/26/2004
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