I learnt a new word today. Lithromatic.

They said it applies to people who experience romantic attraction towards others but don’t want those feelings to be reciprocated.

And that is me.

I like the shape of your hand, I like it when you hold me hands, I like it when you thread your fingers between mine, I like it when you speak to me, that timbre scratching at the most beautiful part in my head, I like it when I see your text, I like it when you call my name, I like it when I call your name.

  Also positively sure, as the bed that sings, and as the river runs that I’ll like it when you touch me, I’ll like it when you call my name as a worship in instances that do not exalt your God, I’ll like it when you put your world to mine, I’ll like it when you redefine my mould by reshaping it with your hand, I’ll like it when we’d both grapple at the same air, i’ll like it when our eyes hold nothing but the presence of our holy sin, I’ll like it very much when you’d repeat my name in prayer, I’ll like it because I like you. 

 And because I like you we would set and hindrance on our sentiments because what good is a love that’s shared? what’s better than a heart that carries all of our love.

   So I as sit with my own overwhelming desires, I have no intention to share this burden, I have no need to want it reciprocated, i unravel this burden and revel in it, consumed by my own selfishness and selflessness, desire churning around with no purpose 

What good is love if I have to share.