Silhouette figure

My thoughts of you are cumbersome and relentless. How can the distance between us not be a factor. I don’t want to think of you. I don’t want to be an independent who longs for someone they didn’t want in their entirety. Who is she? The one who consumes your cerebrum, whose eyes keeps you up at night, whose smile keeps your pupils flickering in such lust that seems to never diminish. Were you for me and I for you or was it nothing but the burning anguish of self loathing that drew the thin fine line between us? The piece that lies within I can’t digest and for that i can’t wish that the sunshine hits your soul & illuminates you.