Blood of the Labyrinth

Blood-Labyrinth
I fear he’s utterly in love, a love I do not reciprocate but reprimand. A love I do not question but to my dismay it troubles my sleep. He overdosed on my coldness. I fear im bitter, to him, not just to him but all my past lovers. As she passes my thoughts I think of Elisabeth and Dracula. Unrequited and Unloveable. I atleast keep her eyes in my life, her dark auburn haze, a mystery, bewitching. The color of the gorgeous firewood. She burns like one, and I shall watch while she stands off like a firework. She is not my will, so I shall let her live. Although she will forever stay in my heart, my cold heart, she may warm. My warmth. I do not see her much these passing days, but she still erks the corners of my brain I seem to forget. Alone, is my greatest command