La Musique

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Every once in a while, or perhaps quite often, the need expresses itself. A slight tap on the heartstrings, then a hesitant tug. If I ignore it, it pulls, stretching to break. It's aroused by the slightest things in the randomest situations. In utter exasperation, my gaze is forcefully torn from the books to him.
I can't resist him.

Everything about him draws me, like suicidal moths to a beckoning flame, immersing in ecstasy even as they end their brief, winged lives. He attracts me like no one or anything has ever done. I want to hear him sing. The urge to touch him now is stronger than ever. Oh why must he distract me in times like these. I have no time to attend to you.

He's different, certainly, from others I've come across. Plain and unappealing, he renders them. So what if he's not as mature, or as impressive, he's mine.

Admittedly, I'm unfaithful sometimes. I'm not perfect, unlike him. I long after others for a short, instantaneous while. But I always return. Time is of no consequence here, it is only I who will erode. And he has been with me for quite some time, I will never let him leave.

Mine, I say.

12:06 AM