She Makes Me Weak

[aims]

Why did she have to come around
albeit, briefly and at a distance,
(partly because I made no move to pursue her attention)
on Friday.
I've been weak, ever since,
but I swear it is the most invincible weakness
I ever waged war on.
It persists.
She undoes me,
no other face,
upon popping into my head
brings me to my knees and ties me in knots within.
So I put one foot in front of the other
paste a smile on my face
to the world around me,
dig deep for my sense of humor
buried under the rubble
of my crumbling heart
and the avalanche
of hopelessness
that I find myself besieged by.
I do this because I must
and I continue to call upon the powers that be,
to either heal
my aging ruined heart
or render it comatose,
that the rest of me might be at peace.

[aims]

^{Of course I know she is not making me, as in she intentioned or bears the responsibility for my actions or feelings, merely that me being who I am and she being who she is pretty much determines my feelings but like I have said before, when it comes to actions we take etc.,the individual always has and makes that choice therefore bears the responsibility, but in my case the only actions I take or ever intend to take, because it is so hopeless, is just writing about my feelings and wishes which is just another way of coping for me.}

She makes me HORNY,
and no, no-one else does.
Which is to say,
that yes,
I find her entirely desirable,
and no,
I do not have unrealistic illusions of what she looks like under her clothes!
It's her face, her voice, and the way her personality comes across
that makes her smokin hot to me.
Me, on the other hand,
the way I look in clothes is
100 times better than the hideous sight I am naked.
My clothed appearance,
I believe,
confirms the expression
"appearances can be deceiving."

[darkness0within]

I love the honesty of this.

It makes no difference how we might perceive ourselves. Our differences are what make us appealing to one another.

Well written aims.