Held it on my sleeve as skies turn into evening laying on the concrete asking the star formations for the secrets that have always been eluding the comprehensions of a beginning, we lay as if the sky was our own planetarium a glare so piercing only to resemble the look you gave me when I asked you to look into your own heart for guidance. Set apart from where I fell short of expectations this has always been a start to an epic finish where I only have a single thought guiding my true intentions. This is the part where I hold you in my arms and I tell you all my fondest thoughts of silly superstitions basis upon where I begin with a love that I can only seem to have shared with this ball point pen. Dearest anonymous that I fell in love with the thought of perfection of which you where made of only because I desired you most when my lucid dreams were unfolding, in a place where we never share a moment of despair fingers locked in between one another not even the fabric of time can separate this inevitable attraction that was built on prior regrets and arguments where there was no self fulfilling victor. Hold this for I will never leave you at your weakest, take me for everything you once hated and make my faults your biggest strengths. There is no greater weakness then to ignore that which emotions that are built upon compliance and affection. This, this one sustainment of clarity is the plague that feeds this novelty.