"You stop me and steal my breath. I love you ains."

My heart plummets a millimetre lower each time I see

Your life entwined with his

Thrown onto calm pixels as the two of you are

"Playing. No one makes me this happy."

Your joy would be infectious but for the hiss

Of the cold green serpent deep in my gut

Your smile, as always, sparks the leaping fire

And the two fight within me - what to feel,

Or whether simply to smile, remembering the truth,

That we are all, at best,