E.S.M.

Dear Deviation, 

Please enliven my sense of existence, as I am afflicted.
Contradictions in all that is conventional please me.
The smallest variation in my surroundings give me sound satisfaction.
Ceaselessly, I'm seeking you... my anomaly.

I look for you in captivating words, in gazes that gleam with depth, on lips that promise... anything.
Fueled by an eternal hope in change, I find you in the chills on my skin when I feel your presence and don't know your origin.

Others may deem me intoxicated with madness, deluded with false expectations, and foolish. 
But I won't acknowledge their detriments toward you.
A far reverie you may appear to be, a childish assurance, a scapegoat to my cynicism.
But I'll wait for you, my sweet anomaly. Pacify my resolve.

Forever Yours.