The Flame

I waited and waited around the empty halls today in anticipation of seeing you again.

I couldn't think of anyone else, and though I waited upon you, I used false pretenses to do so.

I told my friend I wanted to wait for him so that we could walk and talk before parting one last time.

He was so touched my kind words and consideration, but secretly I knew I was a coward and hypocrite.

The entire time we chatted and laughed and scurried through the hall I could only think of you.

Of kissing you, and holding your hands, and embracing you tightly such that I could sense your beating heart!

Why, I only ever think of you these days. You're my new obsession...

I startle awake at night while embracing my other lovers and panic when I nearly utter your name.

I have many admirers, you see, as you may have already gathered.

I can not help it, you understand; it is not my intention to attract their minds to me.

I simply have something bewitching about me, enchanting, and captivating about me 

That attracts them so like moths to a flame. 

I am their very death and destruction, but they are too blinded to see it.