invisible affection

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lines were drawn and erased a number of times,
watching the same episode I know all the lines.
on a low-lit Sunday night in a despicable blaze,
you show me how to escape from the haze.

soon enough it was a whirlwind of small thoughts;
'is he thinking of me' I stop and analyze.
down to every single word in a casual text,
just to see the branches of your affection deflexed.

waiting for you to lash out so I could run
and hide behind all the high lines of armour.
to live like you never happened in the day
and your name on every thought doesn't stay.

every hour just to see if you've worn me out,
just to see if you can still talk me out,
of eating a dry and tasteless fruit
in the middle of a hurricane in a parachute.

I wrote pages about you and burnt them,
just to see if you could still say my name.
in a spelling too wrong to overcome,
or disappear into a cold air flame.

so much thought to being next to a girl like me,
I try to glow it down so you can shine.
to every picture asking for a mockery plea,
I patronize every conversation it's a sign.


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