Deal from Lean/Deal by potions

i'm completely obsessed with the object of my heart's desire. i could accept i'm a jerk, to be rejected, but what's to object? cuz my attitude is a pyre and she's free to be chill when i get blindsided by my oversight. she has the golden will and that's the deal so i know not to feel entitled

oh gosh what does she want and why's what i want make me act out like an animal? my hair's thinning i'm tying up my heels in a cage with a shock to the teeth to what i aspire

its incomplete and entrenched with the thrill of a dream when i got inspired. what if she's thinking about it just as much as i can't help but vouch to be? she absolves me though i don't know a single word she said and my face is red in her reason and abets in a way makes me less hopeful. she has the golden will and that's the deal so i don't know how to feel at all

existence ain't predicated on desire so i'm out in the wild jumping from fences training for the catcher's mile. i'd admit to myself we were never meant to be and she's not shy except when it comes to me but, though i try to stay away, she's inimitable

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