To Academics, From Your Lonesome Lover

To academics,There's always something fascinating about you. You look beautiful with that long white silky hair, although it was damaged through time, my fingertips touch delightfully and gracefully upon it like it was a precious pearl trying to

save every strand.

Your eyes looked like pearls of theOrient Seas. Youheld your secrets,, and I slowly saww them with your eyes looking at mine.

Lips in luscious different colors every day, different tastes of emotions, words like liquor, lipstick smudges at times when we don't care about the noise

going around us, it tastes tasty at some point I'm intoxicated at the idea of you all over me, and a smack and quick peck when I lose my interest especially when the noise around is about me but the shadows of you are still there behind me.

Your slow hands reach on my arms as you engrave your words onto my skin teaching me every word of what you know, every breath of understanding, sharing every pulse of interest, every accurate mathematical figure to make my living better. We form life at our hands but at times l destroy it as your hand crunches mine swiftly. It was painful destruction

after all I did. Yet I'm an idiot and paid you to be here never did I know, you'll be with me forever.

As your fingers touch and graze gently your nails digging to the point that I'm bleeding you continue to coat me in your arms to the fact that l feel like I'm melting in both ways good and bad.

My love for you is scaring me.

I chose you before my friends yet your love is scaring me.

So am I stupid? Yes.

Why can't I toss you away?

Why do I need to deal with you every day?

Why am I sticking to you just to be competent to live and find a job? I hate that my future job has your marks on it. My ex's handprints are what I'll be teaching instead of having the life-long partner in the arms of the muses of the arts. It's like I'm arranged to be married to you against my will. It's like a cuff linked to my neck rather than my wrist for my wrist can

reach to the muses yet you're tugging me to love you forever and leave them alone. As your mouth opens with sweet words, your teeth are sharp as a newly sharpened knife grazes my temples.

Your fangs are enticing to be on my shoulder but sinking that in makes me groan in pain. Why do I need to deal with a love that sucks the life and joy out of me?Right.Cause I need this to live.I'm slowly dying the more that I get to know you, the more that I know you the more that I loathe you. Is this how love is supposed to feel? And pain is fascinating until the person feels death without any feeling and I'm slowly dying when I'm with you.

Academics. I love learning with you yet...When I was crowned as one of your queens, I felt a sense of awareness to the people who looked upon me like I was your first, I felt the responsibility to do my best even though my hands were already bleeding, and my brain was destroyed as you raised another queen. I feel

jealous that I'm starting to find time with you, asking you to look my way yet..l found solace at the time in the arms of my muse. The curly waves of her golden hair were like the waves of the ocean I had never been with you, I've only seen in the photos inside your gallery. Her eyes are blue but not the

same as the feeling that I have with you. It feels like I'm having an affair with someone whom I hated when I first met you. I didn't know this sin could taste any better than the fruit of knowledge you've introduced and given.

The muses look so pretty as I see them holding my hand again, their sweet song delights my ears, golden breath trying to run inside my blood pumping to get me living. Her touch on my cheeks turned my tears into flowers that bloomed more fragrantly than the classy scent of old timber I'm with you. My resurrection is within her hands yet you keep pulling me back to you

as I'm slowly dying again in the arms of someone I used to call a lover.

I guess that's just how I die. I'm sticking with you till the end.One of your wives, your lonely lover,