ruinous passion

i have been stitching my eyes to the phone
sewing my ears to the sound of the passing seconds
pitch black moments dominate my vision
and all i see is you
your lips
your eyes
your smile
and your thought dilutes my senses
and all i feel is you
your touch
your tongue
your breath
and all i can bring myself to notice
is the fact that im in love with you
in love with your voice
in love with your soul
and even in love with your neglect
my dilapidated heart beats for you
and all it craves is a bit of your attention
some times i think my love is calamitous
and my passion ruinous
for the more i love
the farther you run
and the more i strive
the less you heed
i dream of a day where love is not so appaling
and passion not a heinous crime
i dream of a day in which i can understand
the paradox of time
i dream of the moment that can tell me you can love too
and i pray for the day in which that love belongs to me