Reader. Writer. Romantic.

Patron of my Heart

My love for you will always be my pain
Forever wasted for you’ll never know
How truly broken, conflicted, and low
You’ve made me feel. Yet, still, you part again
Those perfect lips; my heart cannot maintain
Any semblance of control. My darling, show
Me your heart and I will not let go
Of my dreams that one day I’ll find no chains
To hinder and impede this passioned love
Nor to critique us on the standard roles
Of teacher and his student. Do not force
Your damn opinion in my face. No goals
Were ever realized by accepting of
Conventions dictated to us, of course.

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