In My Stomach

I see you, a beacon in the night.

You are dangerous, devilish, destructive.

I love you, with my heart.

I approach, not caring who sees.

I only care to be near you.

The danger is half of the thrill.

I try to woo you with wit.

You are unmoved.

I try to win your heart with poems of love.

You ignore me.

I try to tell tales of distant lands, what lies beyond.

You could not care less.

I stop being rational, no longer caring who hears my pleas for your love.

I tell you about my dreams.

I tell you of my fear of spiders.

You don't even listen.

I tell you of my love for you.

You don't respond.

I tell you of everything I have ever experienced.

I tell you of everyone I have ever met.

I tell you of everyday I have loved you.

I tell you of my hopes.

You Do Not Care.

I visit you, hoping to at least win friendship, if not your love.

As I tell you tales of explorers from the past...

A spider crawls up on your beautiful bulb...

I start to panic... wanting to fly away

You intensify your glow, destroying your bulb.

Shattered glass flies around me, as I rush to see if you are okay.

You force out a phrase that stopped my heart.

I love you... This is worth it, because it keeps you safe.