mirage.

These baby blues are only for you
and each glance is tempting fate.
With my blind desire leading,
I’m daring you to see me -
to sense my wretched incongruity.
Every night I sharpen my tongue
urging these words
to find their way passed my pen,
but as I digress my tone resets.
It’s so bitter sweet as you
suck the air right out of me.
I’m left without words, staring aimlessly.