john willoughby

March 31, 2004 wednesday - 10:19

i hardly imagined
hate would turn to love
disgust and admiration would mix
in my heart and in my stomach

i dare not speak of you
but i desire
and i wait
for one who will never come

with a desire that is forbidden
that i must hide
and never speak of

and these reminders of you
i keep

i wait
for you to come
and i will wait
until you never come.

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