hypercritical

Gazing upon thy glorious Friend,
I hold my weeping heart..

I feel this pressure in my chest,
Pulling me to the ground.

looking into those pure brown eye's,
I see this disavowal, but concupiscence looking back at me.

In these moments, these thoughts that run though my mind,
are beautifully ugly,
and in others I I feel lust, passionate love, and fucking exploding wonders that I can not withhold no longer
I fucking kill for remorse for falling for my bestfriend.