I am sitting here, all alone, and thinking. About him, of course! The clueless muse to my inspiration, the god in my realm of the rhyme. The owner of that seductive, dark brown gaze that pierces through me every time. The one who's laugh is like a cool, soothing rain, on my burned flesh. The one who's voice fills my head with thoughts, fantasies, and dreams. The one who knows I like him, but not that I love him, The one who I will always adore. The one who will never leave my thoughts. The one who is with me every night, when I dream. The one I want to tell so badly. But fear of rejection makes me shy and silent. The one who is worshipped by me, and admired from afar. The one I wnat to spend my whole life with, but doesn't know my fantasies. And, most importantly, the one who is leaving.