Written by the same as the Part I
I dream of her
awake
I see, in the distance, a silhouette of perfection
drawing closer to see the truth of my desire
love is nice
desire is lovely
obsession is bondage
she holds me captive from a distance
from a distance, I can feel her turn away
and pretend not to see me
pretend not to hear me
pretend not to know me
she pulls me apart at the seams for her pleasure
she is amused that I care
she is amused that I dare think of her
I think of her
I realize that each thought weakens me
my strength lies in not knowing her
not thinking
not feeling
not wanting
my strength lies in my ability to disappear
so I will disappear
only that she may find me from a distance
unintentionally
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