His name is-
Well, that's not what matters.
It's his heart,
which, yeah it's hard to see - with the robotic way he speaks
and his seemingly careless nature,
but it's there.
His heart is the terrain I trek on in my wistful dreams,
and I can only hope
I leave my mark.
The land of his soul
strains for another person;
can't you see me?
Can't you love me?
It's too much
to expect him to change his entire being,
his entire soul,
just for my own pleasure.
It hurts!
I want him badly, and
I don't know if this is just lust or
a harmless infatuation,
but I want him to love me.
We talk daily, about many things,
I thought he was heartless but it turns out I was
wrong.
I'm the heartless one here.
So I'll keep waiting,
cause he's a Prince and I'm a rogue.
Why can't his heart be mine?
Why can't I appearify it from nothingness,
from this void,
and feel it with my own two hands,
imprinting on it eternally?
I can't help how I feel,
and I know he can't either.
I would never be able to give him what he needs
so for now it's just sarcasm that cannot be understood
and hearts that remain quietly untamed.
I'll correct him on his Spanish
and we'll talk about his problems
and then, I'll be so glad
we're separated by screens
because he won't see my tears
as he expresses his feelings.
I don't know if this is just an infatuation, void of truth,
but damn -
I want his heart,
and I want my prince.
I'll be your rogue
if you'll be my royalty,
always mine, loyally,
together entirely.
I'll be your void
if your heart's mine to escape to,
your emotions are never see-through,
if only you knew...